So, I was just spending time on a blog full of middle-class, middle-aged, American mothers who have au pairs. I know. Why would I do that to myself? 1,130 more words
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Well, I’ve gone ahead and done it. I started another blog.
Metabolizzare is an Italian word that literally means “to metabolize.” But as I understand it, it is one of those words where when you ask for a translation, you are told “there isn’t really a direct way to say it.” I have the sense that it is often used in the context of absorbing or taking in something, of finding a way to make something yours. 155 more words
I really don’t like the word “slut”. I never have. More than “bitch”, “whore” or even the grand C-word, “slut” bothers me.
The reason, in addition to the fact it’s the fulcrum of a longstanding double-standard, is that what it means is a woman who does not value herself or her intimacy and thus gives it to whoever will take it. 604 more words
It’s becoming fairly apparent that the globalized social order of the post-modern, post-capitalist, post-democratic West is undergoing at least a few active crises. But seemingly at the core of all of them lies a truly earth-shaking crisis: a crisis of masculine identity. 903 more words
I told Aloy that one of the problems I faced these days was exams anxiety. In his usual unceremonious way, he openly wondered at how strange that was and recounted that I never felt anxious about exams during our junior college days, even those which I managed to fail spectacularly. 418 more words