Although I’m not interested in becoming a parent any time soon, I decided to take a look, just in case there were good ones to add to my arsenal of future baby names. As I scrolled through the list, certain entries jumped out at me — Arman, Umar, Hussein — and many more. I became suspicious; I expected more names like Kinzlee and Rhyan. Why are these traditionally POC names on a list labeled “quirky?” I take a look at the article description.
Born in China and raised in middle-of-nowhere Pleasanton, California, making the trek to San Francisco had always been a privilege that expanded my young mind and helped me reconnect with my cultural roots.
Beyond visits to the California Academy of Sciences and Fisherman’s Wharf, exploring the offerings of Chinatown was an integral part of forming my identity. Streets filled with the smell of char-siu bao and tea, stores carrying books and magazines with Asian faces, this cultural hub helped me find a place where I belonged — a physical place in America that represented me and where I came from.
A couple months ago, my doctor diagnosed me with moderate anxiety. I suspected that this was the case for many years, so the diagnosis came as somewhat of a relief. My panic attacks, rumination, and waves of low self-esteem can finally be defined, explained, and understood.
After filling my prescriptions and shopping for the perfect therapist, the next step was to let my dad know. As I’ve gotten older, we’ve gotten closer, but his response was unexpected: