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Author, attorney, dachshund human. President of Dweebs Global.

Interesting topics you haven’t heard before.

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Sometimes it can be spirit-crushingly difficult to keep up with writing. For example, I spent a lot of early September learning the fastest routes to various emergency rooms, both human and veterinary. After a series of fiascos, I wanted to jump back into regular publishing with something comfortable: the literary equivalent of Earl Grey tea. So rather than wrapping up my intense pieces on the war in Afghanistan, cultural appropriation, or the meaning of friendship, I decided to write a light, audience-engaging piece.

Over my many years of being a columnist, I have realized that from newbies to seasoned NYT…


This is my afterlife.

Me at seventeen years old. ©Isvari Maranwe.

Trigger Warning: the obvious. I was suicidal as young as twelve years old and this isn’t a light read.

Hi there. I am alive. And this is me. The real me. For all my honesty online, I have never shared this story. To date, my family and only two of my friends know. So believe me when I say this comes from the depths of what is left of my heart — enough, clearly, because it is still beating.

For years, it has been too easy to pretend to be the successful, confident leader who has a dozen awards attached…


I run a global organization with hundreds of volunteers and over 25 teams. This is how I literally save what’s left of my sanity and my life.

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I famously have no work-life balance. I run an international org that has hundreds of volunteers around the globe and over twenty-five teams from video editing to engineering to mental health. We have community outreach efforts launched in Nigeria, India, Philippines, the U.S., and Pakistan.

To just keep it all running, I work over twelve hours a day, seven days a week. My Saturdays and Sundays are so full of meetings I can’t even grab lunch with my parents. Late night and early morning calls are a requirement when it’s the only way to get people in San Francisco, Lagos…


But we can prevent the world from going down with us.

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Gen Z is screwed. I wish it weren’t true. I’ve spent years practicing gratitude, excited to wake up alive each sunny day and deeply appreciative of little things, like the fact my smartphone has YouTube. The great kings of old got to hear Mozart performed twice a year. I get that every day, plus running water and toilets. Talk about privilege.

But the sad truth is that those advances don’t make us happy. Humans are ambitious, greedy, and have an in-built negativity bias. We thrive on communities and love that are disappearing into a bleak isolation. Depression and anxiety and…


It turns out many people are superficial.

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When I was a kid, I was ugly. Not in the cute but wears glasses way. Actually, really ugly. I had a huge overbite, top teeth that stuck out, a scrawny and ungraceful body, and frizzy, thin hair.

People let it be known, too, and although I suppose it hurt sometimes, mostly it didn’t. Beauty wasn’t something I internalized as important until I was a teenager. I didn’t realize that beauty was special — that you can never compare people on beauty, that “everyone is beautiful,” and that there are a million sociopolitical aspects to the concept of looking good…


Stories from superheroes.

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The world today is broken, unfair, and filled with far more sorrow and pain than any civilization should be forced to bear. A couple weeks ago, for example, my husband, my sister, and I drove past flags at half-mast for a shooting while ranting about the devastation in Afghanistan. We were wearing N-95 masks, scattered around the car like dismal memorials to COVID 19, to protect ourselves from the smoky air of fire-ravaged California.

Yet what gives me hope is that from front-line workers to students, from hardworking nonprofits to capitalist pharmaceuticals, people have stepped up to do their part…


Men converted gymnastics, a sport we all love watching for grace and flexibility, into a completely different sport. It’s time we did the same

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The Tokyo Olympics have been truly fascinating this year. And for those following along, it seems like there are two ways people identify every single competition: the sport and the gender. It’s women’s basketball and men’s gymnastics and women’s diving, never just water polo or running or the 100m butterfly. And when it is, the implicit assumption is that we’re talking about the men whose teams are “just better.”

But does this make sense? Why is even the most gender-equal Olympics this gender segregated? The answer is simple and monumentally unfair: we are making women play men’s games.

One of…


So stop looking down at women who do.

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I have never had an abortion. This is something that sets me apart from almost all of my female friends.* I repeat: almost all. And it is something I consider myself lucky for because I am not ready to have children, it would be worse for the whole world if I had kids (I wouldn’t be able to work for a nonprofit, donate money, or try to save hundreds of people’s lives), and I do not want kids, which is enough of a reason, thank you very much.

Because I am not Christian, I’ve never understood why so many people…


And how he landed me.

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If I had a dollar for every time one of my friends asked me the secret of how I landed my husband or how he landed me, I’d be rich enough to own a yacht and not pay taxes on it. So this is for all you friends and all you readers online who write energetic comments on my love articles that are some variant of “You are so lucky. Maybe Nathan should write an article on how to get out of the friendzone.” Or “Man, I can’t believe you got a guy to commit that quickly. How did you?”


Sometimes, it‘s rough out there.

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Ever since I was young, I have been very aware of my race. When I’ve faced struggles for being a woman or a minority in other ways, I’ve always joked, “At least it’s not as bad as being brown.” And despite all the vitriol, I write online because I have a unique perspective I want to share with the world and because I don’t want to be silenced — there’s nothing more American, I suppose, than being a minority fighting for freedom of speech.

Yet, most of what I tell foreigners about being American today is how fundamentally racist this…

Isvari

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