I really feel for my parents sometimes. First there was the nearly topless photo (my modesty preserved by strategically placed hands) that went around the world as part of the #MyBodyMyTerms campaign. Then I started writing eyebrow-raising columns in a national newspaper. Then I made a webseries all about sex.

Now I've made a webseries about drugs.

It could've been worse, I tell them. I sidestepped teen pregnancy, tattoos, and nose piercings. I passed my exams. Graduated from university. You could say I'm just balancing the scales now. I couldn't be a goody-two-shoes all my life.


Over the past