Content Warning: Suicide; mental illness; sexual abuse and trauma.
Please take care of yourself when engaging with this piece. I chose to use a personal story as an illustration, largely because I wanted to make it clear that this isn’t a lecture, but a process I’ve had to work through myself.
“The role of the artist is exactly the same as the role of the lover. If I love you, I have to make you conscious of the things you don’t see.” — James Baldwin
In the weeks prior — Twitter mentions in shambles, inbox overflowing with unsolicited retorts and…
White people consistently break the softness of my heart — because Whiteness is brokenness, and to be close to it, is to be broken by it.
The tale I’m about to tell you is about a betrayal no Black or Brown heart in proximity to intimate Whiteness is without.
It’s the story of two White women — neither unique in their character — who are different sides of the same oppressive coins, which pile together to form the prosperity of their mutual wretched lies, and the frauds of their existence.
They are twin traitors, with their willingness to build houses…
This is a follow-up to another piece I wrote that I scribbled out on a sleep-deprived, late night, rambling whim.
(If you’ve not read that piece & its inspiration, please take a moment to go read them both for context.)
I think it’s important to note that I had no expectation of the first essay taking on a life of its own. This is the Internet, however, and stranger things are a dime a dozen, a day. Where I went wrong (and right, perhaps), is that I write purely for myself, first and foremost. To quote the inimitable Joan Didion…
Recently, the Internet’s favourite entrepreneurial hype bro penned a missive to the transformation and achievements of his ego.
My initial reaction to this piece was both dismissiveness and bemusement.
I’ve been in business circles for almost a decade now and have gotten to the point where I simply roll my eyes at the oversimplified, buzzword-sprinkled ignorance that tends to filter onto my radar from this corner of the Interwebz.
This took the cake.
Being a gal who loves absurdity, any opportunity to satirise bullshit is one I gleefully attend to. …