I find myself, time after time, wanting to calmly sit down with all of the white people in my life and ask them the same thing: why?
I think I’ve finally grasped all (okay, not all, but some of) the slang terms that Aussies throw around because if they can shorten it, they will.
We get tired of real life stories. Real life is harsh, complicated, and requires us to stop and think. So instead, we immerse ourselves in a fantasy land of celebrity slideshows and sped-up cooking videos.
“So there aren’t actually kangaroos hopping around everywhere?”
Shouldn’t our automatic response as a society be to commend and praise the young woman for defending herself against a predator? Shouldn’t the headlines say more about how a random man grabbed her and how THIS behaviour is unacceptable?
Bisexuality, even today, is still somehow frowned up. And I, for the majority of my twenties, was one of the people doing the frowning.
“The international discussion of this burkini issue has failed to address the fact that many people in France fear that the prevalence of burkinis on French beaches could lead to all women feeling further pressure to cover themselves.”
So I went to my first drag event a couple of nights ago with some friends. It was interesting, to say the least.
“Gender essentialism has undermined Clinton’s candidacy by positing women as inherently unfit for office, punishing Clinton for exhibiting “masculine” traits associated with the presidency, and imposing double standards that afford Trump unfair advantages to assert competency/legitimacy during public appearances.”