During a recent haircut, the stylist plucked a white hair for me. (Thanks). But upon closer examination, though the last foot of it was completely white, the few inches closest to the root were actually black. (Put it back!) Pigmentation of hair is a mysterious thing that most folks relate to genetics, age, and stress. A few possible correlates to my life:
What I've been reading:
Sudden Death: A Novel by Álvaro Enrigue
about this blog
A place where I can write my thoughts on race, on privilege, on class, on being a doctor. Part of the endless struggle to become a little bit more enlightened and feel a little less alienated.
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I post once or twice a month with smaller comments on mini-blog.
My name is Jess. In the interest of full disclosure: I'm a 30-something-year-old Chinese American and believer that the quest for social justice and equity must be an intentional and active. I'm a Family Medicine physician. I'm queer. I'm a radical. I grew up in a mostly white suburb and my parents are white-collar workers. And I don't eat meat, but I miss it sometimes.
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