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  • No Health, No Care

    pipewrenchmag.com A pediatric emergency physician looked at me, a thirteen-year-old fat Black girl, and was so certain I was sexually active that she performed a pelvic exam while I screamed and cried and repeatedly revoked consent—if you can claim I ever gave it in the first place.
  • Tom Cruise Movies

    creepycatalog.com This is where Mary Harron’s comment hits: What is behind Tom Cruise’s eyes? What are behind the eyes of any of these artists whose skill is in pretending to be someone else? We think because they can pretend to be something, they understand what it means to walk in those shoes and have greater empathy, but do they? Or do they just have one superior skill — impersonation — and everything else is empty? Perhaps even nihilistically empty?
  • Which Women Do We Choose to Believe?

    thecut.com It doesn’t matter what you say when no one is willing to hear it. I think about survivors following the trial from home: If this is the response a person can expect from airing their claims in court, why speak up at all?
  • After watching Johnny Depp testify in court maybe it’s time to rethink celebrity culture

    upworthy.com A growing number of Americans no longer have gods to revere or royalty to idolize. In their absence, celebrities have taken up that mantle for many. But in this modern age of information traveling at the speed of WiFi, illusion and mystery are no longer the great shields they once were. Now, the spotlight mercilessly peers down into every crack in the veneer. And much like a real dying star, it’s as though these people are collapsing in on themselves, crushed by the massive weight of their own fabricated persona.
  • Grief Is The Most Honest Reflection Of Your Capacity To Love, So Please Embrace It

    collective.world If I could call grief by any other name I would call it a Trojan Horse. We think it looks a certain way, we think that we can assess it and measure it and create a human shaped space within our own bodies for it to take residence within. But just when we think we have it figured out, when it’s all organized neatly between our bones — it morphs, and unpacks itself, and we come to understand that it was never really as linear as it seemed, it was always going to take new form, to alter, to surprise us when we least expected it, to splinter off into the heart of us.