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Lisa Hickey, “These Are the Stories That Change Everything”
// AMAZING piece by Lisa today. Oh man.
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Lisa Hickey, “These Are the Stories That Change Everything”
// AMAZING piece by Lisa today. Oh man.
(via soullikeaspider)
Thank you, meatballs, for being not only delicious but also self-explanatory.
“Once upon a time, this column used to be about relationships. It used to be sexy, or at least sexier. It used to go places, see people, attend events. Now—I have faced the fact—it is about a baby. It is about a 10-month-old named Grace who doesn’t sleep well, most of the time, who is pretty in pink and loves to eat and hates to drink and wants to keep moving always and wants to be entertained always and has just started dancing and calls her mother constantly and her father intermittently and pulls hair and noses and grows and gets thinner and fatter and smarter and less interested in being taught and becomes more attached and yet more independent…” READ MORE
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On raising boys, finding love, and a photo essay from Afghanistan, below is the best of March.
Raising Boys- Advice for Mom
Repeating Iraq’s Mistakes in Afghanistan
Afghanistan and Iraq- Photographs by War Correspondent Michael Kamber
The Lost Art of Kissing
Four Things A Parent Must Never Do When Angry
The NAVY Seals and Magical Thinking
You’ve Got To Be Carefully Taught
When a White Boy Wears a Hoodie
Wanna Find Love? Let Go of the Banana
Seven Deadly Sins of the 1960’s
What No One Tells You About Divorce
The Everyday Sexiness of Men
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— Malcolm X (via warriorsrise)
(Source: thepeacefulterrorist, via dotcomslashpost-deactivated2013)
“So, yes, I’m racist. And so are you. And if that pisses you off, allow me to elucidate.
Much of the problem, to my mind, comes from the fact that we tend to identify people as racist, making it an adjective, or worse, as a racist, turning the adjective into a noun. By saying “that guy’s a racist” we implicitly wall-off the racism, imprison it in his flesh, and by implication taint every aspect of his being with it. We free ourselves from the idea that “a racist” is something we could ever be, allowing us to remain the stainless heroes of our own stories. After all, we don’t burn crosses on people’s lawns, we don’t use certain epithets, and we don’t consciously think “Gosh, I sure do hate people of ethnicities different from my own!””
Some pretty good shit.