The myth of political correctness

Can I tell you how tired I am of hearing people bemoan “political correctness”? “Gaaawwwd, we have to be so ‘politically correct’ all the time,” they spit and huff, usually after being called out for saying something racist, misogynistic, or homophobic.

But can you define “politically correct”? Continue reading “The myth of political correctness”

National Mental Health Week

On my previous blog, I wrote a lot about mental health, addictions, and my grief over losing Erica, my younger sister. Last week, I marked four years since the worst night of my life and Erica’s funeral.

Rather than write more about that here, I will just share the most difficult interview I’ve done. This is from one year ago, during National Mental Health Week.

Dating while Feminist

Second installment:

Just like my Sociology degree ruined my social life, so does being a feminist ruin my dating life.

I remember being at the theatre one time and pulling out my phone (yes, I was that person) to text a professor friend of mine. “I am watching a movie, and my Sociology degree has ruined me.” His response: “Now, you see all the problems in everything. Sorry about that.” Continue reading “Dating while Feminist”

Dating while Feminist

This entry was originally written and published by me to my previous blog on June 21, 2016. A friend and I are considering a sort of series about dating whilst feminist. Consider this the first installment.

I was talking to one of my girlfriends the other day about she and her girlfriends circus bombing public places (they pull out their hoops, silks, and other apparatuses, and do flips and climbs and other super creative stuff that I’d never be able to do in public spaces). At one point during the conversation, she told me that people tell her it’s intimidating when she and her friends do that. Continue reading “Dating while Feminist”

Unspeakable Things

The tagline of Laurie Penny’s Unspeakable Things is “Sex, lies, and revolution,” and in some ways we talked about all of those things at the first meeting of our Feminist Book Club.

This isn’t a review of the book so much as what some of us took away from it and where it led us in discussion during our meeting. Continue reading “Unspeakable Things”