Please pardon my unusually long absence – I’ve been so busy geeking out for the past couple of months that I couldn’t find time to blog (Well, that and my life just got super crazy, but I’ll save that for another day, another post). I did, however, manage to do some writing! In fact, I wrote a short piece for the Intersectionality Issue of GEEKED, a feminist magazine entitled, “Intersectionality, Or, Why I Don’t Write for Feminists.” Given all of the internal contradictions wrapped up in this article, it was surprisingly difficult to put together. It didn’t help that the only way I could figure out how to write it was to call myself out as a bad feminist.
It’s been said too many times that social media is changing our relationships and degrading our ability to genuinely connect with others, but all those “superficial” interactions take on a unique significance when social media meets death. In a totally bizarre way, social media enables us to be friends with dead people.
And for that, I’m very grateful. Continue reading
There are a couple of different ways to drop an anal bomb. (Urban dictionary will tell you one way; porn could probably show you something similar.) This is how I like to drop an anal bomb, and last week was my first time doing it in front of a live audience.
They loved it.
I’m part of a lost generation, so despite all of the other things that I’d rather write about I’ve decided to sit down and write about being a fucking Millennial.
I’m ashamed already. Please, don’t rub it in.
Why write this now? Maybe it’s because I really AM that self-absorbed (but isn’t that some kind of birthright from being raised up in the 90′s?). Maybe it’s because I’m just upset and have been coddled and gold-starred enough to think that my feelings matter and should be expressed.
To be honest, I don’t want to contribute to the same shit that we hear all the time about 20-somethings having no clue about anything or the embarrassment of living a parent-dependent, 30-year-old adolescence. Neither is the motivation here to straighten out all of the contradictory things people say about us Millennials; that we’re altruistic yet severely narcissistic, that we’re the most educated generation to date yet we say our clothes are what set us apart from other generations.
The real reason I decided to write about my generational existence is because Aziz Ansari gets me, a CBS article rubbed me the wrong way, and lately I’ve been living as a severely underemployed,* single Millennial lady with a dual-title PhD. In other words, I embody a classic case of Millennial Malaise: educated but broke, smart but single, passionate but pretty lost, all in all. And like nearly everyone else my age, I keep asking, “But why?!?! WHY DOES EVERYTHING FEEL SO HARD?!?!” Continue reading
It’s been some months now that I’ve had abortion on the forefront of my mind.
I’ve wanted to write a post about abortion, I still want to write about it, and there’s more to say, more to think about, and more to engage with every week as states across the country keep working in creative ways to restrict access to safe, legal abortions (Check out this comic to see the insidious things that are happening). So there it has sat on every daily to-do list for the past six months: “Abortion.”
But this is not that post. (Sorry, I’m not ready for that yet.)
It is something, though. It’s part of a larger story that I’ve been considering for almost a year now. And maybe one day soon, I’ll get to writing it all out and you’ll read Part II. In the meantime, I wanted to share this video because…I’m still thinking and I’m still learning. And I think that is very important.
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Hardly anyone has heard of philosophical counseling, but now that I’ve started my own philosophical counseling and consulting business, I’ve had loads of opportunities to describe the “how’s” and “why’s” of this form of philosophical practice. I start by emphasizing that, at the heart of the matter, philosophical counseling entails thinking about our lives and experiences in ways that help us become better people who think, live, and feel better along the way. Even though I think that’s a pretty compelling description of what’s at stake, it’s been met with a variety of responses.
Some people get it right away and are really excited to learn of such a “practical” approach to life’s questions. Some people are genuinely intrigued and want to learn more. But there’s another response that I hadn’t fully anticipated, which, although less common than the first two, has been frequent enough that it motivated me to write this post.
Some people respond by saying, “Thinking as a solution to life’s problems? Huh. I think the real problem happens when people think too much.”
Now, let’s be honest. Approaching the topic of philosophical counseling per se is a new thing for me, so there’s a solid chance that my elevator pitch needs some polishing. But since I’ve heard it more than once or twice, I couldn’t just chalk this skeptical – if not down right dismissive – response up to poor marketing. I started to think about thinking, what it would mean to think too much, and if thinking too much is really a problem. (One thing is for sure: If thinking too much turned out to be a problem, it would be a major problem, one that could undermine all that I’ve been thinking and doing and working up to for so long. In the spirit of my philosophical commitment, then, and since I’m all in favor of critical self-reflection, I took this to be an important point of exploration, even if considering the possibility felt a tad bit risky).
In light of the racist responses to Nina Davuluri’s crowning as Miss America, I decided to say a little bit about the hang ups people have surrounding questions of nationality. Most of the time when people ask, “What’s your nationality?” they probably don’t know what they’re asking, and they really want to know about someone’s ethnicity, but either way….it’s something we all need to think more about. Because it’s often rooted to some form of racism.
I’m currently writing my first book under the working title, Thinking the Unknown, which exposes how an epistemology of ignorance shapes what we think we know about sex, gender, and sexuality. The concept of an epistemology of ignorance is obviously very important to my philosophy (I mean, I did one of my most popular videos on it a couple of years ago), so it makes sense that I would be going for the gold by writing a whole book on it. I hope it positively alters your thinking as much as it has profoundly informed mine.
While you eagerly await the publication of my book (oh, don’t worry, it won’t be long. I’m forcing myself to write it all before I go hungry and have to get a job…which gives me about a month), here’s an excerpt from the introduction:
…You don’t have to be a young woman from Idaho with a confused sense of her own biracial identity in order to get that Mills’ book is a powerfully provocative piece of work. In a little over one hundred pages he persuasively delivers a complete overhaul of what most people have been taught to know about politics, and the politics of race in particular. It’s not a superficial reminder that racism is still a fact of life, an unpleasant reality to which most people will at least give a begrudgingly half-hearted nod when a tragedy that makes national headlines calls for it. Instead, Mills clarifies how the modern world as we know it—from how the history of mainstream political theory has been shaped, to how global economic relations have been set up, to the values that influence our aesthetic judgments, in other words, things that we don’t tend to think about as racist systems—is the product of White supremacy, which he identifies as itself a political system. This is certainly a radical claim, and one that thrusts many people, White people in particular, on the defensive. I, on the other hand, was utterly captivated by the feeling that something fundamental was starting to shake within me, and I absolutely loved how he developed this argument. Continue reading
If all feminists are angry, man-hating lesbians then no wonder no one wants to be one.
Plus, apparently they’re so uptight that they can’t even take a compliment.