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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Thanks to social media I heard about Zimmerman’s acquittal within minutes of it happening, and just a few minutes later, after sharing the news with a friend, I told him, “I’m not going to write about this.”
On one hand, I hadn’t been following the trial closely enough to thoughtfully comment on the verdict alone. (Tweets of shock and support for Black communities are one thing, but spouting off knee-jerk commentary based on my experience of not being Trayvon Martin strikes me as very inappropriate.) More importantly, on the other slightly-more-informed-about-things-like-racial-privilege hand, I didn’t feel like it was my place to write. Not because I’m not Black so the trial and verdict “didn’t concern me.” This, after all, would be a terribly ignorant thing to think that already evidences loads of racial privilege, as if racial injustice is merely a problem for Black people. I didn’t want to write precisely because of my privilege, because I didn’t want to do that arrogantly-entitled thing that a lot of White people do which is assert, “I know what’s going on here so listen to what I have to say.” In short, I think it’s important for privileged groups to shut up and listen from time to time, to recognize that marginalized people should speak first, and to let them speak for themselves.
We love democracy. As a nation we emphatically declare the importance of granting power to the people and even promote the international spread of democracy as one of our nation’s greatest missions. But I’m not convinced it’s really all that great of thing. In fact, when it comes to moral and political matters of right and wrong – you know, the stuff that really makes a difference in our lives – I’m quite suspicious of “majority rule.” Sure, we can take votes, raise hands, and cast ballots to find out what the majority of people think, prefer, or want, but that’s not what the heart of democracy is all about. Democracy is about acting on behalf of and in accordance with those thoughts, preferences, and wants.
But since when has the majority ever been a reliable source of determining what is valuable, right, and good? Continue reading
You may be one of the 3 million people who have seen this video by now. As Minnesota becomes the twelfth state to legalize marriage equality (the sixth state in six months), it seems like our cultural consciousness is finally starting to shift with respect to how we think about sexuality. Given the resurgent popularity of the “When Did You Choose to Be Straight?” video over the last week, if you’re a straight person who isn’t on board with this cultural shift yet, don’t fret. The central question in this video will apparently enlighten and revolutionize the understanding you thought you had about your sexual self and others. As the creators of the video note, “asking the right question can be more important than anything you can tell someone.”
I love the idea that a simple question could wipe out homophobia. However, despite the great praise that the video has received for asking one of the seemingly most revolutionary questions, I don’t think that this is a good question, at least not in the way that it is asked. If anything, in the video this question assumes an answer, a simple answer that we should not be so quick to celebrate. In fact, I think it’s the wrong answer and it’s bizarre that no one seems to be calling the video’s message into question. That’s to be expected, though, because when we ask poorly formed questions we set ourselves up to get poorly thought out responses. And then we accept them with open arms, even if they are politically detrimental to our own cause.
One of my favorite things about studying philosophy is that the practice of critical thinking and argumentative analysis develops one’s skills in thinking outside of the box. It helps one see how one idea connects to another, how one assumption leads to a certain conclusion, and in life, it helps us better understand how and why things are the way that they are. But the best thing about better understanding how and why things are the way that they are is that this helps identify, more precisely, where we can direct our energy and attention in order to makes some dramatic changes. We can see that our lives and experiences haven’t always been as they are and they don’t necessary have to remain as such. In other words, the real value of engaging with a type of philosophical thinking does not derive from generating descriptive accounts of what is but rather from wondering what could be. And in many ways, this practice takes us far beyond any dependence on “Truth.” Continue reading