"The only way to deal with an unfree world is to be so free that your very existence is an act of rebellion" Camus
I hate competing, even in when I’m good at things, for a reason. I’d sooner let someone take the stage than take the stage myself. If you hand me the microphone, I’m handing it off as quickly as possible. My goal as a teacher was for my kids to not need me. I’ve mastered the
I have a confession to make. I love hanging out with dudes way more than women. I’d rather drink beer than wine or mimosas and I’ll never be caught dead in Chanel. I hate shopping. All of these things are things my favorite girlfriends love to do. As the resident shithead in the bunch, I’m
I’ve been thinking a lot about the way we approach community, and each other. This generation feels isolated, disconnected. Are we really alone in this struggle? The enormity of the struggle seems real, even my rich friends with good jobs can’t afford rent. We judge our friends who struggle and whose lives aren’t picture perfect
I think that the only way I can make this comprehensible to you is to talk in terms of pain. We can follow the faultlines along my body, and trace the damage. Let’s start at the feet, the nerve damage the developed when he would hold me down while he raped me as a toddler.
I’m going to concisely state who the Trump voters were, since exit polls and data are apparently only useful when we aren’t making a rhetorical point that feeds our ego. 1) Trump didn’t get anymore Republican voters than Romney did, except he got a higher share of MINORITY voters than Romney. Trump had vocal nonwhite
Author’s Note: We write this not to divide the left, but to reclaim it for the academics and working class activists that made us proud to identify as liberal. A petite, Asian girl walks into the center of a “safe space” for unburdening herself about the racial tension she faces. Ten seconds into this confession,
I’ve been seeing posts about how hard it is to teach racism to white people. And I just want to validate this: teaching is really hard. Teaching racism is just as hard as teaching anything else, though I’ll take it over teaching math, which is why I was a history teacher and not a math
