Monday So, You Want To Be A Writer Vol #2 Tuesday #WhyIDidn'tReport: Coercion = Rape Listening to Marginalized Groups (reblog) An Open Letter To Thin People (reblog) Wednesday Mindful Journey: I Shot A Man In Reno Just To Watch Him Die Vol #6 Book Review: The Hate U Give (reblog) A Personal Message Thursday The … Continue reading The Weekly Catch-Up Vol #2
Hey travel lovers and welcome back to a whole new year of blogging! We have some great posts for you in 2019, but for now we are going to be sharing with you some of our favourite travel tips for introverts in celebration of World Introvert Day.
- Always travel with headphones, a book and maybe even a sleep mask – If you are too nervous to talk to people then this is one of the easiest ways to avoid conversation without appearing to be really rude.
- Try a retreat – There are plenty of different options for retreats available, whether it’s writing, spa, yoga, or something else. Retreats tend to offer a calm and quiet space in pristine natural settings. You will probably end up surrounded by like minded people who like to keep to themselves.
- Order room service – This can be a nice break if you have not…
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Hey Ya'll, I know most of you know about the second fall I took down the stairs. Unfortunately, I seem to have developed Post-Concussion Syndrome, which means that a lot of head-related concussion symptoms are here to stay for a little while. This may mean I accidentally don't reply to you or something silly, and … Continue reading A Personal Message
The Hate U Give by Angie Thomas
Sixteen-year-old Starr Carter moves between two worlds: the poor neighborhood where she lives and the fancy suburban prep school she attends. The uneasy balance between these worlds is shattered when Starr witnesses the fatal shooting of her childhood best friend Khalil at the hands of a police officer. Khalil was unarmed.
Soon afterward, his death is a national headline. Some are calling him a thug, maybe even a drug dealer and a gangbanger. Protesters are taking to the streets in Khalil’s name. Some cops and the local drug lord try to intimidate Starr and her family. What everyone wants to know is: what really went down that night? And the only person alive who can answer that is Starr.
But what Starr does or does not say could upend her community. It could also endanger her life. who nod
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You don’t know me, but I know you.
I see you glance at me over your magazine or phone at the gate. You cast your gaze downward when I meet it. “I hope I don’t get stuck next to her,” I imagine you thinking as you go back to scrolling through your social media feed. Maybe you tweet about me, the fat woman sitting across from you at the gate, whose hips can barely be contained by the generous seat. Maybe you text your thin friend, who will understand your anxiety about being seat next to me on the plane.
I wish I could tell you that I’m also terrified of being seated next to you. I’m afraid of how you’ll look at me, what you’ll say to me. I’m afraid that you might film me, film how my thighs struggle against the seat and invade your space, perhaps to…
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As a person of color, it’s not okay for a white person to tell me what is or is not racist. They are never going to be on the receiving end of racism and they will never understand fully what it’s like. This doesn’t mean that they can’t have an opinion, weigh in and ask questions, but it does mean that as an ally their first concern should be listening and learning.
It’s been about a year since I chose to cut off someone that I once considered a friend. This person reblogged something that I found offensive on a blog that we shared. The intention wasn’t to be offensive, but this is a case of intent vs impact – Just because you mean well doesn’t mean you aren’t causing harm. At first, I wasn’t going to say anything (because I knew that they meant well) but then another friend mentioned it first, so I chimed in.
This “friend” didn’t get mad at the person who actually brought it up but somehow was mad at me. While I explained what was offensive about the reblog and even put it in terms of their own struggles, they refused to admit they were wrong. Eventually they apologized but it wasn’t a real apology. It was one of those “I’m saying sorry because I know…
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To make everything easier, I will be scheduling Weekly Catch Ups every Sunday, so that you can see the posts for the week. Monday: So, You Want To Be A Writer Vol #1 Tuesday: The Friendship Breakup: Wait, What Do You Mean Your Friends Are Responsible? Ignoring Racism Won't Make It Go Away (reblog) Wednesday: (Mindful … Continue reading The Weekly Catch Up Vol #1