“No offense, but…”
How are you supposed to learn how to not be “unintentionally” racist or sexist or whatever if people never have the right to tell you that you hurt them?
How are you supposed to learn how to not be “unintentionally” racist or sexist or whatever if people never have the right to tell you that you hurt them?
I wish I could call her when I’m having a rough day, but I’m also angry at her. She didn’t understand: if racism isn’t a dealbreaker, you’re also racist.
It’s upsetting to suddenly go from the altruist or the protagonist to be thrust under the icy salt water. Every place you thought you were strong begins to sting. You realize at once that you were never truly innocent.
I am often invisible. I would like to think that it is my super power – but I know it’s not.
When you think of the word “women,” be mindful of what that means to you