Combatting oppression can be extremely daunting – oftentimes, it feels necessary to just check out of the fight altogether. I would like to say (perhaps foolishly) that most people have a goal of combatting oppression in some sense of the word; as with most things in life, I’d also assume that most people have a different idea about what is the most effective way to go about it. Ideally, there would be a singular method to eradicate inequality....more
When I was 18 years old I got pregnant.It was my last year of high school and I was madly in love. I'd been in love with this boy for 3 years and was fully intending to be with him forever, just like any 18 year old who's in love. And also like many 18 year olds in love, we were sexually active. Very. Extremely....more
This summer, my birthday snuck up on me faster than it ever has. I had just completed my second year of college (after recently deciding on a goal to graduate a year early) and was relaxing until my summer job began. As per usual, my birthday became a day of not only celebration, but reflection. I thought of how anxious I was to not have a concrete after-college plan and I contemplated the particularly difficult time I was having with a family member. I felt insecure about my future, my social life, and my appearance – as I had felt on most of the birthdays during my teenage years....more
I always wanted a baby girl. Besides the obvious self-interest in trying to create my clone ;) , the fact that girl things (dresses, shoes, toys, accessories) are always way more fun than mundane boy things, kept me hoping for a girl till the end of my pregnancy.Then sonny came....more
Last time I visited Dubai I attended a wedding. For those who do not know, weddings are usually a lavish affair in the Middle East. The expected dress for men is at least a suit and for women somewhere along the lines of a prom dress or a straight up ball-gown – regardless of age. Depending on the family or individual preferences, the dresses can be anything from short dresses, to mother-in-law dresses, to dresses conformed to full coverage complete with the scarf....more
I grew up in a conservative Catholic home—church on Sunday, no TV unless it was the Lawrence Welk or the Cosby Show (yes, insanely ironic). I had a 10 p.m. curfew until I left home, including dances and special occasions. I was an only child with limited access to information and parents that were too scared to give it to me.
I was called a slut by my mother when I wore a tank top that showed my bra strap, accused of being on drugs when I nibbled on Easter candy while I did my homework, and asked if I was a lesbian when I bought my first pair of Doc Martens....more
Care is cropping up more and more often in print media. It's a conversation long overdue, as it bears on each and every one of us (albeit in different ways!!) at every stage of life. When we get the care we need, we become fully functional adults, effective citizens, valued community members and caregivers in our own turn. When we don't - human suffering increases, our intrinsic talents are squandered, the economy lags, and the nation is at risk....more