Growing up as the eldest daughter of three in an immigrant South Asian family, fairness was not always easy to come by. "Christa, you have to be a good example for your brothers, you can't go out gallivanting with your friends!", "Christa, you have to keep your grades up, where is the remaining five percent? "Christa, you have certain responsibilities as a girl!" "Christa, you have ..." -- you get the idea. I became quite accustomed to the idea of unfairness, but that didn't mean I didn't try to fight it. My parents will be more than happy to confirm that I am their most stubborn, difficult, and persistent child. I recognized unfairness when I saw it and was relentless in the pursuit of justice in my household, my tiny brown fists always clenched and always up. My parents would have never have imagined that this was actually the best training I could've asked for to combat the horrors that awaited in the "real world".
