The power of my own quest for authenticity may be my greatest lesson to impart as a parent.
If there’s a single name that feels the least “real,” the most connected to social structures, cis-het-patriarchy and its assumptions, it’s the one I was given at birth.
While we’re demanding that women be treated equitably in this society, we’re saying that it’s up to women — still — to make the “proper” choice, like not taking their husbands’ names, to legitimize feminism.
Who am I really, if I change with every person I meet? Maybe we are all events, shaped by circumstance and those around us. All choose your own adventures for our readers’ liking.
I’ve been thinking today about the tensions between what should be the basis of collective morality and policy and the messy, complicated, imperfect realities of politics and social interaction.
The concept of modesty has been used worldwide to police the lives of women and teach them to be ashamed of their bodies. It also has an effect on trans and intersex people, no matter how they identify.
A few more thoughts on Don Miller’s post about whether women want to be treated equally or like men. Firstly, about what inspired the post…
National Coming Out Day is always a bit strained for me. Partially because of my own hangups, and partially because of how “coming out” is framed in a lot of mainstream discussion (both by LGBT people and otherwise), it often feels like there’s a lot of pressure to be very [...]
Trigger warning: sexual violence, rape apologism, victim blaming, cissexism, anti-choice rhetoric. Content note: Not all people with uteruses are women and not all women have uteruses. Not all rape survivors are women, or adults. I use language that reflects this where I’m not paraphrasing/unpacking the views of people who choose to believe the [...]