Tag: life

So Convenient to Ignore Our Soldiers These Days

I just wanted to write what will hopefully read as a friendly reminder that our veterans are our concern too. We don’t stop to think about that anymore. It’s not a public holiday like it once was, military service being something that a small percentage of the population is touched by, we are comfortable with

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Updates and Some Quick Thoughts on Friendship and Gender, with ALL the Love, Of Course

Am working on several other projects/still recovering/life is a mess so may have a break in writing longer essays while I submit things and work on bigger projects, but wanted to quickly round up some thoughts I have about things women need to do to support each other: 1) We have got to start talking

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My Shitheadery Saved Me

When you grow up poor you face an entire social structure that has the same force as gravity. It is there to drag you down until you reach the center of the earth and know your place. I get asked a lot how I managed to escape gravity, and the honest answer is that I

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Stop Trying to Play Petty Dictators

We’ve reached an age where every social event has become incredibly stressful, insecure about our adulting abilities we sit around comparing and acting like the high school kids we should no longer be. “Have you tried MY diet? It’s the best because it is supported by this evolutionary biology theory I don’t really know how

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Still Not Buying Your Hate

“They are our neighbors, our peers, our friends.” I’m sitting in a bar reminding them of the facts. We have to live with these people. Did you never discuss politics with your neighbors growing up? Who were your neighbors? I’m drinking my beer slowly, trying to remind people to be optimistic. Am I pulling off

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To the Moms: Always for me in the Plural

I just sustained another loss, it’s hit me hard and I’m still reeling. It reminded me how important the many women who cared for me throughout my life are. Women without whom I’d be dead and more seriously injured. There were a lot of them who kept me alive, without me having been their child,

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How I’m Still Alive

My life sort of defies sense and so I get a lot of questions about my existence. Usually people are surprised because I don’t have a lot of melanin and they don’t realize that poverty is transracial. The Stanford degrees don’t help. There aren’t a whole lot of childhood sex trafficking victims who went to

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Love like our Lives Depend on it

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

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Do You, Boo: A Pro-Woman Rallying Cry

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

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