I See Color. You are lying if you say that you don’t. What I don’t see is a difference in the humanity of one race over another, justifying the disparity in treatment of POC.
When I was a kid, I knew what I wanted to be when I grew up. I wanted to be a nurse. And then a vet. And then a newspaper reporter. And an animal cop. I thought doctors and nurses were smart, but I hated science. I was completely dog-crazy — “He followed me home Mom!” — but vet […]
Once upon a time, there were two Zima.
They didn’t start out as two, no, they were 4 leftovers from a 6-pack, to begin with. They were excited to attend their first barbecue, brought along by a Happy Couple to bless the household. They weren’t aware that their hosts had never before tested them, so they were therefore unknown. They were just happy to go along for the ride. It was 1996 and barbecues were fun!
Women everywhere are rallying around her, speaking out, and organizing. We are done pretending that mens’ behavior is acceptable just because they’re men.