I've been working my way through Americanah by Adichie. We had a rough start, but I'm beginning to really enjoy it.
Also on Adichie, I read her New Yorker article back in Dec 2016 on the post-Trump atmosphere. She pins down our ambiguous feelings so well; I admire her decisiveness.
One more thing on Adichie - this NYTimes interview back in Nov 2016 on the overlap between beauty, makeup, and feminism.
Speaking of makeup and feminism, Emma Watson's Top Shelf interview on her beauty routine reminded me that I should be making more socially conscious choices of make up brands (just, my wallet, it cries).
I've also been reading A Slice of Life - a food writing anthology published 2003. I'm stuck on page 33 in the middle of a WASP-y guilt slog of dinner as performance. Looking forward to the MFK Fisher essay after it (which I've already read before, but I love her writing too much not to reread).
This Racked article on fake news building up a very real reputation - huh, doesn't that sound familiar - specifically the myth of a law stating men can divorce their wives if he's tricked into marriage via witchcraft (AKA that burnt twig she used for eyeliner). Damn did I trick my husband into marrying me then.
On life, I discovered a blog called Reading My Tea Leaves that renewed my motivation to live a simpler, more sustainable life.
And to help with a simpler life, there's this essay in Nautilus on famous scientists' work-life balance that I like but have conflicted feelings about liking. I like because work-life balance, come on, even Darwin achieved it. I don't like because the implication is that we should rest in order to work better. Ew. I want to rest to rest.
I was asked in clinic a while back "where I'm from" in the tone where they expect me to say someplace exotic, just so they could say "Oh, how interesting". Normally, these questions don't faze me, especially if they're asked by nice patients who seem genuinely interested in me and how school's going for me. But this was asked out of the blue by a patient's relative. I wasn't even interviewing them. I was shadowing in the corner and hadn't said anything throughout the whole visit. I couldn't help but feel slightly revulsed by their look, even though they asked and looked at me politely. I felt like a specimen right then. Should I have? What was their intention?