I lived in suburbia, received a good education, and assumed positions of privilege, yet I proceeded to get on my soapbox lecturing minorities on how they should react.
My scars are a part of me now. I may struggle with them, but I’ll be damned if I don’t wear them proudly.
Information and fallacy have always been doppelgangers. The only difference between a hundred years ago and now is that both are far more easily accessible.
We don’t consider how our actions might hurt others in the future, because we’ve been raised to think that a mere statement will relieve any pain caused, and conditioned to skip the emotional connection that might be made, or broken, following these actions.
“I was naked, and there was some voice leading me through a huge forest. And I later realized that this forest were these huge cannabis plants.”
In a quest to promote body acceptance, their Lammily doll now provides parents the opportunity to help teach girls about the most imperfect feminine quality of all: menstruation.
I punched him.
Right in the stomach.
Not just once, but twice.
We conducted an e-mail correspondence with the man behind the Tweets: Peter Falco.
When a trustworthy friend shares an article on Facebook, the average person might skim over it and accept its contents as legitimate without checking other sources.
Since the beginning of cinema, women have long been seen but rarely heard. Even in the silent era, inaudible male voices dominated the screen as echoes of behind-the-scenes influence. This tradition of male-dominated western theatre has survived through three centuries, the inauguration of a new millennium, and multiple waves of feminism.