Even with such big wins for countries in each continent concerning abortion rights, there are still countries in the world, like Malta with the most restrictive ban on abortion in the EU and little hope for a reversal of this ban, with women who aren’t as lucky to be given governance over their own body, unobstructed rights to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. It’s time that abortion-rights grow into movements spanning each continent from top to bottom, left to right. It’s time that women everywhere finally feel in charge of their own existence on Earth.

Just as in other forms of media, the western/mainstream fashion industry is quite lacking in Asian representation. And, as the mainstream media has a history of doing when trends started or initially popularized by POC explode, they tend to not give credit where credit is due, you know what I’m saying?

At the time of writing this (February 18th. 4:37 PM ET.), yet another anti-Asian attack has taken place. This time in New York City, where an unmasked white man shoved a 52-year-old Chinese American woman into the concrete so hard she hit her head and passed out. She needed stitches but is safe, the perpetrator since arrested by the NYPD. But collectively, the sense of unease still rises.

Today, our schools work under the Equal Educational Opportunities Act that prohibits public schools and their staff from discriminating against students on the basis of race, color, or nationality. While this law definitely reflects tolerance more than our nation’s laws once did, this isn’t enough.

Imagine this: you graduated college during the pandemic and decided to move to a new city because you’re tired of living comfortably in your parent’s home in one of the most expensive cities in Canada.

The documentary Ulam: Main Dish opens with clips of a Filipino family-style buffet. Chef and restaurateur Nicole Ponseca (owner of Jeepney) describes the ceremony as “whole feasts served on banana leaves. No plates. No Utensils. No problem.” This setting’s so familiar, so comforting but I couldn’t name it until Ponseca says, “kamayan.”