What The Hell Does Feminism Mean Today Anyway?

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I’m a feminist. I believe in gender equality; freedom of choice, equal pay, and reproductive rights for women. I also know that while great steps have been made in our global awareness of the matter and in lessening the gap, gender inequality (and subsequent sexual exploitation, harassment, and even violence) remains a pertinent issue in our world today. I stress ‘world’ and not ‘society’ as this is a global matter. Unfortunately, however, the mere semantics of ‘feminism’ can be problematic. It seems to have become a polarizing term, and therefore often falls short in its ultimate mission: gender equality. And as actress Emma Watson so rightly pointed out in her prolific UN speech last month, this mission concerns men just as much as it concerns women. “We need everyone to be involved” she said. Yet even alleged ‘feminists’ can often get their wires crossed…

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In Memory of Christopher Hitchens

Religious apologists, particularly those of the Christian variety, are big fans of what I have dubbed, the atheist atrocities fallacy.’ Christians commonly employ this fallacy to shield their egos from the harsh reality of the brutality of their own religion, by utilizing a most absurd form of the tu quoque (“you too”) fallacy, mingled with numerous other logical fallacies and historical inaccuracies.  Despite the fact that theatheist atrocities fallacy has already been thoroughly exposed by Hitchens and other great thinkers, it continues to circulate amongst the desperate believers of a religion in its death throes.  Should an atheist present a believer with the crimes committed by the Holy See of the Inquisition(s), the Crusaders and other faith-wielding misanthropes, they will often hear the reply; “Well, what about Stalin, Pol Pot and Hitler? They were atheists, and they killed millions!”

Given the obstinate nature of religious…

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6 Things Every Extrovert Secretly Has To Deal With

I is extroverse yo.

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Over the past few years I’ve noticed a growing number of articles exclaiming, “How To Take Care of An Introvert” or “10 Things Everyone Should Understand About Introverts” and while I have no real problem with introverts and introversion, my issue is with the fact that people of the internet seem to have romanticized introversion in a way that turns any possible social impediments a person might have into desirable quirky traits. Not only this, but extroverts are suddenly the bad guys for not understanding introverts or mistreating introverts, etc, etc.

As a self-proclaimed extrovert, I’m pretty sick and tired of people assuming that introverts are the only people who have got it hard. Really, seriously? Are we really going to play this game? Now you look here, mister. Extroverts may not seem as delicate or may not seem as complex and diverse, but extroverts have…

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Maybe I could turn this into a fully threshed out short story some day but for now I’ll just paste it here cos I’d rather not have it around with me for the rest of the day.

Last Night’s Dream: We were the only two people left on Earth, me and my bestfriend. It was us against a radioactive wasteland and me and my brother from another mother were tight. When we finally had a chance to get off the planet, he wouldn’t go without me. The space people thought I was useless and didn’t want me.

But then he got killed, his own stray ricochet off a rock while hunting down mutant pork. I watched him die, buried him, took his gun and pack, and went on home with my eyes stuck on moss and dirt most of the way. The space people had already left by then when I got to our hole in the cliff wall. Packed my guns, bundled the jerky, and just started walking.

Everyone I met from then on was a ghost trapped in that moment when the world died and they couldn’t run away. I met an Indian middle-schooler, a bespectacled kid answering a test, and watched an all-boys school show choir do the last routine of their lives. And I kept on walking all over until it was over.

I was alive, but I still felt like a ghost.