Matthew Chung

All that I need is for you to remember. Remember your immense privilege and status due to the color of your skin as often as I remember that lack of privilege and status due to mine.

While watching the show, I realized that the singles on TV and me on my couch had a lot in common: Suddenly, the physical nature of dating was surreptitiously removed.

You would seriously have to be living under a rock for the last month and not noticed rainbows taking over everything from the Google home screen to your Uber app.

I want my clothes to say something about me to the world, maybe something that I can’t even verbalize.

I’m talking about the televised conversation, monologue might be a better term, between President Donald J. Trump and Kanye West.

I remember the moment I first heard of “the nod.”

Let that not take away from the ground that this film broke.

People do not say those things to me all the time, but I feel the underlying sting of those words almost every day.

They are destroying the way that the world eats, drinks, and shops.

As a black man living in America and as more and more people’s civil rights are challenged, you begin to wonder if you will be next.

The crumbling soul of this country has a powerful voice and we need to step back and listen.

Condoleezza Rice famously said, if all of your friends look and think like you, then you need a new group of friends.