As someone who is open to discussing sex, I’ve often been approached on the assumption that I have a casual attitude toward it.
Perhaps due to the wealth of information available on the subject, my generation struggles with the concept of casual sex. Maybe we’re overthinking it.
In an age where we overanalyze art (and those who created it) to death, poetry is a singular force. It is what it is and forever has value because of it.
The lesson that some have taken from “Cat Person” is that it represents the sexual power that women exercise over men; unfortunately, the opposite is always true.
After a makeup company partnered with the Star Wars brand, there was resistance. Why? We’re just finally getting our unique shade of fandom. Embrace it.
The current rhetoric of long-buried sexual abuses toward women being outed is important, but our focus remains on the wrong party.
As the narratives spool from Weinstein’s actions, we should just focus on one: the words of the man himself. His trite barbs illustrate how easily history will repeat.
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.