You’ve had a debate about the Oxford comma and think Vampire Weekend’s song about it is “frivolous.”
A camera gathers up a perceptive event in its entirety. It’s gloriously stupid, or generous, like that.
One of my contributions focused on sexism in academia, particularly the way in which distinguished women academics face increased scrutiny of their appearance. On multiple occasions not only my colleagues, but my students have felt it appropriate to discuss how I look. The entitlement that men feel to comment on my appearance goes beyond the pale of simple “compliments”.
“Respect is earned, not demanded.” This statement is so ignorant of the history of the oppression of women that I have difficulty processing it.
This woman that I was on a date with pulled no punches, showed no optimism or hope. “I don’t know if I can date a white man,” she said.
After all, is a girl worth anything if she is not beautiful?
I am not your token Black person. I’m not your boo-thang and honestly, there is nothing special about my hair.
She never uttered a word to me, but I have never felt smaller.
Allow me to burst your privilege bubble. The only reason you feel entitled to declare your approval of my appearance is because otherwise, it is assumed that you aren’t.
I got a beer with a Kenyan man at the bar behind my gate. We discussed DC and the various privileges that come with a US passport.