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I’m currently reading a book in which a woman struggling with infertility in her thirties has approximately six months to conceive a child before she loses the ability to get pregnant. Her boyfriend just dumped her. Freezing her eggs is prohibitively expensive. And her career is about to take off with no time to accommodate a pregnancy.
All in all, she’s not ready for a kid.
Yet she feels like her only chance at motherhood is about to slip through her fingers like sand in an hourglass. The book talks non-stop about the “ticking” of her biological clock, the rush…
I learned the phrase “feminist fatigue” today. Apparently, many women in recent years have experienced a type of mental exhaustion that comes with being a feminist in this day-and-age. A 2019 article from The Guardian by Mariella Frostrup responds to a reader who, seemingly new to feminism, is “tired of being so furious all the time”:
Ever since I made the conscious decision to live my life fully as a feminist, it has been fraught with conflict and stress. I’m determined to make a mental note of any discrimination against my gender, to open my eyes and stop editing out…
Let me start of by saying this is not a “social media is the devil, everybody unplug!” rant. In fact, this isn’t a rant at all. I’m not here to wax poetic about the perils of posting online. I come to you as someone who uses social media and does not have any immediate intentions to stop.
This is about my own personal journey toward, and more recently away from, social media as a “personal branding” tool.
I was a young advertising student in the earlier days of many platforms, when people were just starting to realize that being an…
The last decade or so of media history has been filled with darlings that, over time, have become devils in the minds of audiences. Nothing seems to hold up anymore (if it ever did), and there’s no shortage of listicles and opinion pieces on why [insert show/movie here] is actually “way worse than you remember.”
Particularly in the Twitter Age, many works get retroactively ruined for audiences when the creators make their less savory opinions known. For example, J.K. …
I was recently watching a show that talked extensively about luxury travel accommodations. At one point it featured what has been described as a “floating mansion”— a $5.5 million home that propels itself out into the ocean for no other reason than to give rich people the opportunity to lounge in a living room with a nice sea breeze.
One of the major selling points of the place? Its “sustainable” solar-powered design and rainwater collecting system. Because sustainability is, apparently, now something that can be purchased in the form of a two-story vacation home on a life raft.
Oftentimes, the way we engage (or rather, fail to engage) with media can be described as “passive.” We absorb without much thought and don’t delve too deeply below the surface. This isn’t inherently a bad thing, although it’s often what people refer to as “mindless entertainment.”
On the opposite end of that spectrum, we have critique. Theoretically, critical media consumption is meant to be a more thoughtful and meaningful way to reflect on our entertainment and think deeply about what it represents to our broader culture.
In reality, pop culture has given us something else entirely.
Most people start going to therapy for a specific reason. Something happens in their life that sparks the desire for support and mental healthcare: a symptom, life event, special circumstances, etc.
For me in 2018, it was depression.
Having spent several months doing little more than sleeping, crying, and rejecting social engagement, I eventually found my way into the office of my current therapist. Finding the right fit can be hard at times when it comes to mental healthcare providers, but in my case, things fell into place quickly and easily.
That’s largely because I was adamant about seeing a…
I engaged in a lot of charity work when I was a teenager. I sewed dolls for the children’s wing of the local hospital, organized food drives, and fund-raised for endangered species. It was easy at that time, with very little political awareness, to view charity, volunteering, and nonprofits as the solution to most societal ills.
Claiming that I was “not into politics” was preferable to having to educate myself on complex social issues that, as a teenager, seemed intimidatingly complex. …
“Poetry is a political act because it involves telling the truth.” — June Jordan
I am always fascinated by the lives and legacies of those individuals who received no mention in my public school history classes. The people whose contributions were not considered grande enough to merit recognition. Even at the collegiate level, many names are left off the list of great thinkers and contributors to Black history, queer history, American history, world history.
June Jordan, in my opinion, is a name that has not been said enough.
Jordan was born in Harlem in 1936 to two Jamaican immigrant parents…