Born in Aurora, Colorado, Priyanka Mantha grew weary of the fresh mountain air at the tender age of two and a half, when she urged her family to pack their bags and head for smoggy Los Angeles, California. Today, Priyanka lives in Washington D.C. where she continues to pursue her passion for social justice, writing, and theatre. In the near future, she hopes to commit small acts of mayhem. Immediate projects include releasing lawn gnomes back to their natural habitat. Applications for potential co-conspirators are being accepted on a rolling basis.
As the Girl Scout's 100th Anniversary approaches, a former scout
writes about how the organization is combatting bigotry, and bringing us
in to the 21st century.
As we ring in 2012 and embrace the new, maybe we can also rethink how we look at the old things we've cast aside.
True, the metro is more convenient, cheaper, and better for the environment. But for wanderlust and women, here's an ode to driving.
The parallel between Japanese internment during World War II and today’s rising Islamaphobia is already old news -- but it shouldn’t be, because history insists on repeating itself, and we insist on ignoring it.
The holidays are upon us, and in the spirit of being mindful of the needs of loved ones, I am particularly interested in keeping my dog safe from twinkle lights and the abundance of dropped food, curried or otherwise, that could lead to an unfortunate visit to the vet.
Todd’s company, Mid American Novelties, has outsourced its call center to Mumbai, India, and he, helpless at the whims of a new global economy, is sent there to run it. What ensues is a series of one-liner gaffs that traffic in ethnic stereotypes and induce the involuntary eye-rolling I thought I'd left behind in my teens. Let’s dive right in and explore some of the offending dialogue, shall we?
I'm at The Rally To Restore Sanity and/or Fear in Washington DC, an event promoted by Comedy Central stars Jon Stewart and Stephen Colbert. But I cannot see anything. Nothing. It's giant heads for miles around, and for a brief moment I'm seething, imagining myself a modern-day Vlad the Impaler, sticking them on pikes so that my sight line will no longer be obstructed.