There’s a such thing as being too fucking nice and I’ve yet to find my balance in it.
Recently Jada Pinkett-Smith made a status on her Facebook page (which was picked up by Sinuous Magazine) that has been gaining prevalence on social networking sites (well, in my circles anyway). The quote is being shared, liked, tweeted, and reblogged so often that my roommate, who has no Tumblr blog and certainly does not... Continue Reading →
I recently came to the jarring realization that my boyfriend derails most of my conversations. Regardless of the topic. This is a problem. Not only because of the rudeness but because of what it represents: misogyny and patriarchy, both descendants of white supremacy wrapped into one. But the confusing and incredibly frustrating thing about it is, my boyfriend... Continue Reading →