Category Archives: writing

“My Husband Doesn’t Like It.”

Among the many interesting comments heard in the world of retail, this one has to be my favourite: “I’m returning it because my husband doesn’t like it.” And perhaps this blog post will be written from a place of naivety, being that I’m single, unmarried and at the peak of my independence, but it always…

Aug 23, 2017

I need to stop crying at work– but God, I’ve been so emotionally preoccupied. As soon as my manager started talking I immediately thought this is another conversation about failure it’s one I’m having with someone else. My manager thought I was hungover from the night before, because my eyes were puffy and like clockwork…

Types of Privilege – Part One

Privilege rears its head in many forms and places. It is crucial to remember that those who are privileged in one form may be under privileged in another. And for that reason, we must always reassess the roles we play in the narratives of privilege and discrimination. Heterosexual Privilege: I have a love/hate relationship with Coming…

“You’re too sexy to frown.”

I hate when men assume the authority to police a woman’s body on the street. And I mean this beyond sexist macroagressive behaviour like yelling, “Hey sexy!” Or “How much?” out their car window. Funny enough, what particularly bothers me is the need to tell me to smile while I’m walking down the street. “Smile,…

Privilege in the Age of Instagram

Capturing one’s youth comes with a side of privilege. You didn’t have to order it, in fact it isn’t even on the menu, but it’s baked into what you’re eating. What do you mean?  Often times, here in the Western world we forget that our luxuries are luxuries. Nowadays, our daily lives are recorded in…

RANT: On WHITE Guilt

I’m writing about White Guilt today to address some ignorant comments and messages I’ve received lately. For those of you who don’t know White Guilt is defined as the individual or collective guilt felt by some white people for harm resulting from racist treatment of ethnic minorities by whites both historically and currently. Some narcissists…

Fear

I hate that being with you makes me lose my sense of self, like laying in water, tepid, like body temperature and there’s a boundlessness: Like I’m flying.  In our separation I sometimes feel odd, like something is missing and colours aren’t as bright. I don’t like this poignant smell of love that suffocates me,…