My story is nothing new — I’m a Black girl with darker skin, so finding foundation and other makeup in shades that don’t make me look like a ghost is a challenge. At the very least, most brands have a few “darker” shades to give the illusion of inclusivity, but this facade comes crashing down when many darker-skinned women put them on their skin.
Some of this year’s biggest political issues have not been the big, drawn-out battles that take place in Lansing or Washington, D.C. Important issues like housing, jobs and taxes are debated right here in Ann Arbor by our local government, a government that has little input from one of Ann Arbor’s most influential groups: students at the University of Michigan.
It was 2:30 a.m. on a Thursday. I had just finished working a shift in my lab and needed to start fixing my newspaper column because it was ripped apart by the editor. As I was getting ready to write, I opened Spotify and was greeted by an advertisement of Taylor Swift’s new single. Because I hadn’t heard this song all the way through, I decided to give it a listen.
This academic year, we have already witnessed two record-breaking hurricanes, a massive fire in California and devastating floods in South Asia. “Climate change” is the word on everyone’s lips. Here at the University of Michigan, we go to great efforts to ensure that we’re doing our part to combat climate change and promote a healthy earth. We are, after all, the Leaders and the Best. But why is it that when it comes to addressing the largest cause of global climate change, the University is just following the crowd?
When I was younger, I had an imaginary friend named Raleigh. Together, we played on an imaginary soccer team called the Wild-Winds. We went to school together and had playdates after class. Just as I awaited Santa’s arrival by placing cookies and milk on the fireplace mantel on Christmas Eve or delicately put my freshly pulled teeth under my pillow at night expecting the tooth fairy, Raleigh sprung from the depths of my imagination — a false reality which others around me validated. My mother had a soccer jersey for the Wild-Winds team made for me.
When I voted for Hillary Clinton in the general election, I, like many other Americans, swallowed my distaste for her personality to do the right thing — avoid electing a man whose policies threatened the very fabric of our democracy and time-tested values. Unfortunately, it didn't make enough of a difference to sway the election in Clinton's favor and now, Democrats, moderates and Republicans need time to heal from this disaster of an election year and mobilize against the new administration.