Zay Aw’s Reviews > Notes To Self > Status Update

I knew that I would break something. And now I had – I’d broken the car. And I was elated. Because I had thought the thing that would get broken was me.

“After all, nice girls don’t get the corner office.”

So, I did get a corner office but then a male exec asked to swap. I said yes not because I wanted to be nice, but really I didn’t need a bigger room. But this is an interesting tip of an iceberg sitch. Huh!

And so I side-stepped. Which is, of course, a kind of silence.

When I got home, the hall light was on. Mum always left it on for me. I see that light now as a sign that she was waiting, worrying, all of those nights.

”But still I couldn’t help it – I read those ads and articles about labiaplasty and I wondered if I had to start hating myself all over again. Was I too big, too loose, too unsightly?”

OMG I’m literally laughing. Simply, how social media and to large extent, patriarchal gaze has shaped the performance of personhood these days.

What my mother spent on raising two children, my father spent on drinking.

the person who loves the addict exhausts and renews their love on a daily basis…