I know this will come as quite the shock to some but I am an actual human being in normal life. I say this because some people have acted as though me and my life choices are somehow symbolic or worthy of public comment mostly because I’m a woman but also because of my social
*Spoiler alert, it involves people having more resources. Unless your mother was some kind of kitchen Goddess who didn’t work, if you are poor, chances are fairly good that you have pretty limited access to healthy food. Unless you somehow attended a really great school or maybe if you were lucky enough to live in
If you want people to vote for Clinton in the general, I have some suggestions. 1) No more “mistakes”, “shenangians”, “accidents” or whatever you want to call voter suppression. I don’t think Clinton needs people to keep “helping” her with this stuff and if she does then she doesn’t deserve to be president. If she
One of the things that made burnout so hard to manage was that it surprised me, because you see, I’ve been sick my whole life. I’ve been sick my whole life and I’ve worked my whole life and I had a rough childhood and I had made it through all of that and through Stanford,
I’ve been in activist circles my whole life in some capacity or another, so it continuously frustrates me when we don’t acknowledge the unpaid and often female dominated labor involved in the struggle. We hold up and praise those who have participated in more public ways but not only do we not acknowledge the other
I’m so unbelievably sick of arguing with people about who is responsible for the voting problems during this election season. You know who is responsible? All of us. All of the adults are responsible. I didn’t say all of the adults created the mess; I just said that all of us are responsible for standing
Ah hook up culture, the bane of my millennial existence. I’m still friends with a number of my former students, because some genius thought it was a good idea for me to be teaching kids 5 years younger than me. It was, because I’ve gotten the immediate satisfaction of watching them become incredibly cool adults.
My mother used to laugh at me when I cried. Weakness was the cardinal sin in the house. Before you think my mother is a monster, you should know the reasons. My mom was afraid, afraid that her sweet, sensitive, intellectual daughter would get eaten alive in a cold world that had eaten her alive.
During my senior year, I had three deaths in the family in two months. We had two suicide attempts among my close friends. I directed and performed the precursor to Class Confessions, wrote FLIP’s constitution, participated and spoke at rallies and programs, and advocated for mental health care services for the poor on campus,
When I decide who I’m going to vote for, I ask myself a few basic questions. The first one is “will this person make it more likely that kids like me don’t go hungry in the future?” The second is “will this person, to the best of their abilities make life better for