Why arguments conflating mental illness with abuse are dangerous and do a disservice to survivors of abuse and oppression.
A conversation about blackness, ethnicity, nationality, and identity.
Being “right” is less important than the effects of what we do.
Are feminists losing sight of how humor can oppress in a rush to be seen as funny?
The power of my own quest for authenticity may be my greatest lesson to impart as a parent.
I had grown into my name, and it suited me. Trust, however, that had I found a better name along the way, I would have snapped it up in a heartbeat, and to hell with anyone who judged me for doing so.
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.
I became comfortable with my name, because I realized I could have easily been deprived of it.