It’s no more selfish or cowardly to suffer from depression—to be killed by depression—than to die from lupus.
My own attempts to challenge sexism within the sport have often been met with hostility. TRIGGER WARNING: descriptions of domestic and sexual assault.
Talking to people on Twitter about Mike Brown and what’s happening in Ferguson right now, I’ve noticed (again) how easily folks get distracted when Black people are murdered by the police.
Frequently, when people who know about my accident ask me if it hurts still, I deflect or spew platitudes and just say, “Oh, you know.” I don’t say that physical discomfort has been a near constant companion.
The problem with being anxious is that monotony is your only option.
Some of the headlines you might have missed, neatly summarized.
I can't imagine how we could ever live together with all the Jewish rules that he knows nothing about and has no obligation to follow.
I’ve lost count of how many white editors have asked me to write about Ferguson. My first answers were along the lines of “I’ll try if I can stop crying,” or “I really don’t have much to say beyond THIS IS HORRIBLE.”
Once everything finally healed, my boobs didn’t look normal at all. I looked I’d been put back together using modeling clay.
These stylish women were wonderfully put together for work and play, and danced to a soundtrack of music more powerful and raw than what I’d been listening to at the time.
Time and time again, straight dudes let me down.
I love most of my clients, but like any service job, you’ll inevitably get some dicks in the mix.
All the headlines you might have missed, neatly summarized.