Strong Woman
It is the face of a woman that the world likes to call a Strong Woman. It is a tired look. A jaded look. A bored look. A dismissive look.
It is the face of a woman that the world likes to call a Strong Woman. It is a tired look. A jaded look. A bored look. A dismissive look.
I thought of myself as ‘one of the boys’ because I didn’t identify with how femininity was practised around me. I’ve come a long way. I may even be one of the girls.
FOMO (or Fear of Missing Out) is not a good identifier of taste, let alone an actual description of personality.
I’ve soldiered on in feminism alone. Last night, I saw a community police itself. And it let me go back to being a person, not a soldier for an evening.
The Novelty Girl. The Character In Someone Else’s Coming of Age Story. The Manic Pixie Dream Girl. The Guilty Pleasure. The Bucket-list Woman. Names I’ve been called.
If there’s an emotion that I really wish did not exist, it’s JEALOUSY.
A poem written for Earth Day about climate change
I tried writing fiction again after a long time. What do you think?
Play a game with me. Ready? Pick any one answer: QUESTION: What do you call a guy who makes a call at 1:30AM stoned and drunk to a girl who said she was having a bad day at 11:30PM? A. A thoughtful, considerate, caring person who is taking time off…
So he got bored and decided to create two of himself? And that turned out to be another struggle?