In order to throw off these conveniently invisible shackles, they have started dyeing their armpit hairs in bright, funky colors to protest what they see as another symptom of the patriarchy.
She posts a photo in a bikini and it gets picked up by several news outlets. Can you imagine that being your life?
Today I will share with you the fruits of my labor (read: hours spent procrastinating online), because as we all know, your true value of self is determined by your “likes”, double taps or retweets on social media.
These are so kawaii!
As our faces and our bodies and our self-esteem changes, so does what we learn from taking this very up close and personal photos of ourselves.
Instagram says a lot about it.
Would write something more clever for this excerpt, but I gotta brew some more coffee!
It’s a shameful feeling we hate ourselves for – to surrender our worth to a network we barely know, care or even like. But their collective judgement matters. It matters in our perpetual pursuit to live glossy lives online.
Tinder: He’s just a f*ckboy. 100% f*ckboy material.
You can’t imitate Jack and Rose on the Titanic if you’re missing Jack.