Contributing writer

Elizabeth Y. Sun

Elizabeth Y. Sun '19 is an Associate Editorial Chair for Op-Eds and Staff Editorial Writer living in Eliot House. She is studying Social Studies and is originally from Macomb, Michigan. Her interests include politics, ethnicity, and travel.

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Op-Eds

Not Just “Asian”

It is precisely because my parents have sacrificed so much for my education that I, an Asian American, find affirmative action necessary for a fair definition of merit.

Op-Eds

Evil Women

When a woman blunders, she mars the face of all womankind. Yet this idea of generalizability applies only to women, not to men.

Op-Eds

I am Not Your Enemy

Using exaggeration and shame to deny the tension of real nuances is both ignorant and irresponsible.

Op-Eds

​130 Pounds

If real change is to be made against the social discrimination towards non-models, it cannot simply be about accepting yourself. It must also be about expecting acceptance from others.

Columns

​We the Meritocracy

In between all the my-god-please-learn-how-to-suck-it-up fits, there were more than enough moments where I couldn’t help thinking bitterly that the expectations being put onto them were unreasonably high.

Columns

​To Those Who Made Me Cry

I might have been alone, but my race is not a race of one.

Columns

Lost in Kyoto

Standing in a busy Kyoto subway corridor quite far from my "current location" and "home," I was the most lost I've ever been.

Editorials

Dissent: An Unnecessary Investment

As managers of such enormous endowments, institutions like Yale and Harvard have a responsibility to use their resources to further the mission of the institutions. Investing in companies who profit by destroying our future is incompatible with Harvard’s mission.

Op-Eds

Fantasizing Flint

We have crises not because they are unavoidable, but because when we are too close and too influential, we are also too tired and entangled.

Op-Eds

Change

Because those slips of identity that I wrote down can’t be throw away.

Op-Eds

​Once in a Blood Moon

But when the rust red had faded and homework had regained its throne, a lurking thought from the past rematerialized. What if I don’t see the future? What if I don’t see the next blood moon?