There are many privileges I enjoy at a cost borne by someone who doesn’t enjoy them. They include a financially stable childhood, two well-educated parents, being a native English speaker, being born and having grown up in stable, open and wealthy countries, and being able-bodied. These privileges I don’t think about even on a weekly basis, let alone daily; that, of course, is part of the privilege! And it’s all the more reason why it’s so important for me to “check my privilege.” This I take to mean being aware of and acknowledging the advantages I have over others based on factors outside my control and unrelated to any efforts that I made, understanding the historical roots of these advantages and their current impact on myself and others, and taking action to correct the unjust systems that perpetuate these inequalities.Read More »
Five things happened the weekend of 15 October:Read More »
one thing minorities have quickly learned is that nothing is given; all victories are earned. we’re always reminded that just to get half as much you must work twice as hard – and have a bit of luck.
i’ve been told that implicitly from a young age, and heard it more recently on the airwaves from larry wilmore, host of the nightly show; from jessica huang, on fresh off the boat; from viola davis, when accepting her prize; and from scandal’s rowan, with words both painful and wise.Read More »
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Routine sorgt für die notwendige Struktur in meinem Leben. Ein typischer Wochentag sieht folgendermaßen aus:Read More »
cognitive dissonance (n): the state of maintaining two seemingly contradictory ideas
On the one hand, I don’t really believe that my continuing failure to find a job has anything (or much) to do with my gender or race. I think the positions I have been applying for are simply really competitive. I also believe that many of the other applicants are as qualified or more qualified than I am. Either my knowledge/experience is lacking or I didn’t sell myself well enough.Read More »
I am sat on a bench in the park near my house, in front of a little pond, reading my friend’s thesis draft on my laptop.
A man walks past, turns to me briefly and bids me good morning. I glance up briefly and return the greeting before going back to my laptop.
A few seconds later the man turns back and starts talking to me. He’s dressed casually, wearing a magenta toque and holding a plastic shopping bag. Read More »