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.
As a woman, we get told vastly contradicting statements. We’re asked to own the “no makeup” look, while society tells us otherwise.
There’s a feeling 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.