Drag Me
If you were in drag, what would you be like? And where does the drag stop and where begins your identity?
If you were in drag, what would you be like? And where does the drag stop and where begins your identity?
I love a good romcom. I am a feminist. I’ve always been conflicted about ‘He’s Just Not That Into You’.
I’m still untangling my thoughts on this because I’m realising Ross represents male vulnerability on F.R.I.E.N.D.S.
I read a really lovely book, featuring a club of men in traditionally macho professions (sports jocks, nightclub owners) getting together to learn about women and relationships by reading romance novels. The premise tickled me and its chicklit style carried me through well. Most of all, I found myself feeling…
After I asked women to share instances when men apologized to them, I realised something stood in the way of men and the word SORRY. I want to believe men are as rational & feeling as women and can see the damage done by not taking responsibility for their actions….
I asked women to tell me about when a man apologised to them. A genuine, responsible, heartfelt sorry.
We glorify the dude with the dark past. The slightest chink in the brick wall facade that he calls a personality, is celebrated. But does he deserve us?
When a group of people say Stop erasing us, they are saying that they exist, they are not abnormal, not deserving of less.
I thought about my claim that my feminism eats these guys on toast then realised it was time to diversify my feminist palate.
Solidarity is seen as a quality used to protect wrongdoers from consequences. Everyone is made to participate as a virtue.