Most of us experience a lot of things, simply being alive. Good things, bad things, meh things. We tell each other about them, or we don't, depending on whether we find it worth telling about. But sometimes, just sometimes, something really, really ugly happens. Of the sort where you may have to deal with it for the rest of your life. You might not want to tell people, but sometimes they need to know, for whichever reason is applicable. That is not something that anybody can really do anything about, except maybe by fundamentally changing how people treat each other, but I find myself wondering – when to tell? And how?
Where the silence gives room to the thoughts that would otherwise drown in the noise of outside life
Showing posts with label choice. Show all posts
Showing posts with label choice. Show all posts
01 March 2015
How Do You Tell the Ugly Stories?
Labels:
BRCA,
cancer,
choice,
comfort zone,
domestic violence,
English,
group dynamics,
health,
knowledge,
love,
power,
relationships,
safe space,
symbolic violence,
trauma,
trust,
violence
03 September 2013
Me, Myself, and My Gross and Hairy Legs
So, let's get to the good old debate on whether it is fair to expect women to shave their legs. Nay – whether it is actually expected of women, or they just all (or approx. 99% of them) do it because they feel like it and no societal pressure whatsoever involved.
The entire depilation debacle comes up once in a while, but today I'll only focus on the leg part.
The entire depilation debacle comes up once in a while, but today I'll only focus on the leg part.
Labels:
career,
choice,
discrimination,
English,
freedom,
gender norms,
hairy legs,
relationships,
society,
symbolic violence
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