The vociferous complaint aimed at the latest Star Wars trailer has prompted me to write this. No-one cares about your criticism, just shut up and enjoy it.
The standard equation that we women are told is: If you love our body we should buy x to take care of it. But I’m wondering why we can’t break the cycle of tying body positivity with retail excess.
As I personally discovered, the two worlds of mental health and the church often remain alien to each other.
While we celebrate the output the fundamentally unwell artist creates, we often ignore the conditions they suffer under; because art.
My digestion of the coverage of Hurricane Harvey highlighted something galling. The gale forced empathy beaming from those who report on it is clear to see.
As men step closer to progressivism toward women, my experience is that some mistake that as entitlement. While I might agree with your views, that doesn’t mean I owe you anything.
As we look at the abyss of modern day politics and quietly weep, as we look to take a break, let us note our privilege of being able to take that easy way out.
Despite the aesthetic push to a more feminist tone of advertising, the message remains the same. We should find a man, and do it now.
As a woman, we get told vastly contradicting statements. We’re asked to own the ‘no-make up’ look, while society tells us otherwise.
There’s a feeling, generally accepted that social media, by its very nature is devoid of authenticity. However, if we look deeper, it’s merely the latest conduit of our ancient needs as a species.