The Coded Racism of The Word “Tacky”

I consider myself a fairly vain and materialistic person. I am obsessed with eyeshadow and lipstick and earrings and shoes. I even created an instagram account* devoted to the makeup looks that I labor over for hours and hours, with a collection of brushes and eyeshadow palettes and fake eyelashes worthy of a Youtube beauty … Continue reading The Coded Racism of The Word “Tacky”

A Stranger’s Reflections on White America

Growing up in Brazil, I experienced a childhood most parents would want for their children: carefree, safe, and almost recklessly innocent. I rode horses, took sailing lessons, threw birthday parties with mechanical bulls and bungee trampolines in my backyard. I ate sausages out of the packet and dressed up as a demon for Halloween. I … Continue reading A Stranger’s Reflections on White America