I have learned, almost unconsciously, that I have to fight almost constantly for people to listen to what I have to say or take my ideas seriously. Confident young men are assumed to know what they are talking about until proven otherwise, but confident young women are assumed to not know what we are talking about until we prove ourselves.
I've cried in public more times than I can count. I've cried openly on the bus after saying goodbye to a loved one, I've cried at parties, and I've cried at work. Yesterday I sat in a coffee shop and told a trusted friend about a bunch of shit that I've been going through lately, … Continue reading Reflections on public pain and collective rage at the end of 2016
I probably don't have to tell you that the holidays are out of hand. We know they are out of hand. Every year we acknowledge it, we complain about malls and music and all the crap we buy and receive, and yet we still participate in it. I constantly hear people talking about about how exhausting … Continue reading On the ableism of the holidays
