So apparently my comments weren’t the only ones deleted from the StarryMag/ Huffington Post Anti-Jmo Article. 

I initially emailed them asking why and they said I was attacking. You saw my comments, I was not attacking at all. And so were the other people whose comments got deleted.

And then I emailed again saying I was not attacking, I was just explaining. And their only reply was “Sorry you’re having issues with our site”

For an article talking about being included, they sure forgot to include the comments that disagreed and showed exactly what that article was all about.


What a crazy, crazy week. I always dreamed of moments like this, moments where my writing first started to really get recognized. But it’s crazy that it’s all starting to come true.

While I got a lot of recognition by peers, professors, and occasionally got a high Google news placement at the Washington Square News or at one of my internships, this time, it’s different. This is the first time I have written something and published it on my own, and the first time I successfully pitched a freelance article since graduation.

The fact that so many of you wonderful people of Tumblr liked, reblogged, and commented on my Stevie Nicks’s Daughters of the Moon essay is insane to me. I’m just shy of 500 followers, so this much engagement on something I post is completely out of the ordinary for me. I can’t thank you enough.

What’s crazier is that the first piece I pitched to Bustle​ — What 9 Powerful Women Were Doing at 23 — has been picked up by both The Huffington Post and now, Teen Vogue. It began as a little personal essay mostly about my many quarter-life crises and looking to Stevie Nicks and “Landslide” as inspiration and evolved into a look at where my other heroines were at my age.

I really didn’t expect either to get the attention they have, but especially that one. I actually thought it was a longshot to pitch because it was just a personal essay that was near and dear to my heart, but I feared others may not relate to. But now it’s out in the universe, and many people are thanking me for reassuring them the way these wonderful ladies I wrote about helped me, and I’m realizing I’m not the only one who feels this way about my 20s.

It’s surreal and wonderful and inspiring. I have to laugh that both of my most popular pieces now to date have been mostly about Stevie Nicks, though. Maybe it’s not my writing at all, but rather some Stevie magic or something. Regardless, I must thank her, and you all, again for everything.

I live the gay lifestyle, the gay lifestyle that is often mentioned by some Republican candidates for president. For those who are unfamiliar with the lifestyle, this is a typical day:

7:00 a.m. I wake up, and just as I have done every morning since puberty, I choose to be gay today. This will come as a great relief to my gay, homosexual, male lover who lies beside me. Because being gay is a choice, our relationship is a gamble day to day. Even though we have both chosen to remain gay and to be together every day for the past 16 years, we never take anything for granted. One of us just might throw in the towel one day and give up the lifestyle.

Across the nation, American businesses, families, and communities are embracing clean, renewable energy that is homegrown, healthy, and can never run out. By finding alternatives to fossil fuels that pollute our air and disrupt our climate, they are showcasing the single most practical way to tackle climate change, starting now. 

Companies including General Motors, Walmart, Apple, Johnson & Johnson, Crayola and Google are putting in solar and wind farms to run operations, and finding that clean energy is good for business.

Schools from Virginia to Nebraska to Alaska are generating their own clean renewable energy, saving money while helping young people in their communities breathe more easily.

Thanks to Huffington Post for featuring my article on Clean Energy. You can read all of it HERE.


The Huffington Post | Asteroid 2005 YU55 to Narrowly Miss Earth

Huge asteroid will pass closer to earth than the moon in coming days

An asteroid a quarter-mile-wide will, astronomically speaking, narrowly miss Earth next week.

And while it is the closest an asteroid this size has come to the home planet since 1976, there’s no need to call Bruce Willis … yet. (read more)

I’m thankful that Paula Broadwell doesn’t have my personal email address, that Marco Rubio wasn’t my science teacher, and that neither Todd Akin nor Richard Mourdock is my ob-gyn.
—  Arianna Huffington • Telling Politico what she’s thankful for on this holiday. There were others, but none nearly quite as awesome as this entry.

"Jared Leto’s Thirty Seconds to Mars are white-hot right now. They premiered a song (“Up in the Air”) from space and cast everyone from other artists to Olympians in teasers for the track’s music video. But the band isn’t letting up: They’re debuting a lyric video for “The Race” exclusively on HuffPost Entertainment.”

Read more about THE RACE, direct from Huffington Post Entertainment HERE.

One thing most people will become after joining the ranks of parenthood is “resourceful.” There’s all sorts of new information we need to pack in our brains, from raising healthy eaters, to assembling Lego sets a thousand times more complicated than the ones we grew up with, to helping our kids navigate their highs and lows. We learn ways to keep our kids safe from harm. We teach them how to swim, how to safely cross the street and how to stand up to bullying. And, maybe somewhat solemnly, many of us are beginning to come to grips with the need to add “fighting climate change” to our bag of tricks.

Featured by The Huffington Post:

“Normally we’d expect a photographic documentation of a foreign country to take us on of people, places and things. The nouns of the journey. Yet Helsinki-born photographer Osma Harvilahti uses a different map, navigating instead using adjectives.

Using colors and silhouettes as a compass, Harvilahti captured unexpected spurts of beauty during his two week journey through Kenya earlier this year. “The connection between the compositions is purely visual,” he explained to the Huffington Post in an email. “And the series is built on color codes and other abstract visual links between the images.”

Behold, the cool blues, mellow yellows and occasional dashes of red that make Kenya pop. After seeing this series, we wish the average travel companion would come organized by colors instead of regions. If you like what you see, you’ll likely enjoy Harvilahti’s similar image-driven trip through Morocco.”

Open Letter to Karen

I randomly woke up at 4.30am, and after getting a glass of water, I didn’t go right back to sleep. I got on my cellphone, responded to texts and scrolled idly through my Twitter feed. I came across a link one of my followers had posted. With a title as provacative as "Why Ghana Is Not A Tourist Friendly Place To Visit" via @HuffPostTravel, there was little to no chance I’d scroll past it.

A half hour later and after several attempts to ignore the anger that bubbled up in my chest, I’m here- spilling said fury into a blog post.

As much as it pains me to give Karen Curley’s poorly written and offensive account any kind of platform, I just find it hard to ignore.

Karen’s ignorance is not unique in its condescension— she is actually exactly the type of Westerner that makes me question why on Earth she even ever left her country to begin with, especially if she bore no intentions of abandoning close-mindedness while in that alternate environment. From all indications, Ghana was a lost cause as far as Karen was concerned, before she had even landed there. 

Karen says that ‘as an American’ she is accustomed to a ‘certain comfort level’, as she calls it. I just find it interesting that Karen believes the fact that she is of American descent is the reason she has grown up with these things. As though all Americans can say this. As if by virtue of being American, one is granted a lifetime supply of airconditioning along with their birth certificate. As though that is the only story one can tell of America. I’m not blind to the fact that more Americans have ‘comfortable’ living situations, with ‘hot showers, food (really, Karen, you didn’t see food in Ghana?), and even air-conditioning’. But the problem with stereotypes— and I quote Chimamanda’s talk on The Single Story— is not that they are untrue, but that they are incomplete.

It should not be acceptable to us as citizens of the world to so readily accept a label of affluence and comfort for the West and one of despair and hopelessness for Africa (and other places that bear this burden). How about I tell Karen about the men that poke and prod me on the train and on the streets of America? The ones who want to be my friend? The people who act like they have ‘never seen an African person’. About how I had to come all the way to America from Ghana to ever see someone throw up right infront of me? Or to get violently robbed? Oh no, but those would be isolated experiences, would they not? Surely, men with aggressive, overly-familiar advances are a Ghanaian problem. It’s not like men do that kind of thing all over the world or anything.

I’m very aware of the fact that Ghana— Africa as a whole— has immense room for improvement. The poverty saddens me too; I see it too. I’ve visited nearly every region of the country, and the inequality between the North and South astounds me and makes me feel helpless. But this is not a Ghanaian problem. There is inequality everywhere. There is wealth everywhere. I’m sure Karen would be shocked to know that there are millionaires- dare I say billionaires?- in Ghana. According to her, she was ‘mostly in Accra and there were no splendid neighborhoods there’. I wonder where these rich people live? Karen says that ’the people over there do not know how to react to a White person.’ Tell me, dear Karen, exactly how one ‘reacts to a White person’? In Karen’s view, ’there is no sanitation system there’, and ‘the poverty over there is heartbreaking.’ Really, it was the nuances of her writing that irritated me: the sheer We vs. Them nature of it all, her condescending tone, her choice of words.  If I didn’t know better, I’d almost be tempted to believe that Karen really had never seen poor people before this trip. And the sad thing is, there are people who don’t know better. People who will read her one-dimensional tale and extrapolate it to account for all of Africa, in all its diversity and contrast.

As far as they know, they have seen on HuffPo that in Ghana, “people have no choice but to urinate right in the middle of the street” and that there is “burning trash and feces everywhere”. Wow. Conveniently falls right in line with the prepackaged image of Africa as filled with uncivilized caveman types, who had absolutely no hope before the savior showed up with his language, his God, and his way of life, and even after this ‘intervention’, continue to languish in despair, with no hope of true self-governance or self-development. 

I challenge us all to not accept this kind of thinking. I challenge Africans to rise to the occasion and use the ignorance as fuel to power what our dreams and hopes are for the progression of our continent. I challenge foreigners; both tourists and people who consume secondary accounts of Africa through film, books and television, to ask questions, to probe, to examine themselves, and as they read or watch, see both similarity and difference. See them simultaneously. Don’t accept such simplistic one-dimensional accounts of homogeneity. It is always more complex than that. Find an opportunity to see for yourself through a visit if it’s possible. Talk to people who are different. Read books on Africa by Africans (let them tell their own stories) or unbiased scholars who have lived there long enough to be credible. Don’t accept information like this at face value. Especially not from a person who doesn’t know how to spell ‘capital’.