BySteph Georgopulos

Steph Georgopulos works for Studio@Gawker, curates Human Parts, and sometimes updates Inklings. Her work has appeared on The Hairpin, Glamour, The Awl, McSweeney's, and elsewhere. She's on Twitter.

  1. This post originally appeared on Medium. A few months ago, I not-so-subtly asserted myself as biracial while having dinner with a new coworker. “I’m a Capricorn,” she’d said. “ mom’s black,” I responded (not verbatim, but the exchange was similar). Whoa. What? Immediately after I injected that part of my identity into the conversation, I had a come-to-Jesus moment. What was I doing? Did I always do this when I met new people? The answer,…