Can I just tell you how sick and tired I was of people telling me I needed to love myself.  What the fuck did that even mean. I would hear it over and over and it really started to piss me off.  As far as I was concerned, I did love myself but did I...

I was at the Japanese American Museum in Los Angeles and they had an instillation called Common Ground: The Heart of Community.  In that exhibition, there is a wall made of suitcases and trunks by Hirokazu Kosaka.  Near it the inscription says “The...