Yet toxic relationships are an essential part of our media; they can often make the most compelling stories, ones that people can relate their own experiences to. They can also give people the opportunity to explore and better understand themselves through fiction.
Cardi B, as both a rapper and celebrity, has never shied away from presenting her body in a media-driven world. She outwardly expresses her former career as a stripper without hesitation in interviews, Twitter videos, as well as some of her songs.
And still – while sexual freedom is encouraged, women seem to be the only ones facing ridicule and stigma regarding sex outside of relationships. The reason why? Gender.
Perhaps the original plan was to fast from coffee, but then you realize your fellow congregant is fasting from both coffee and sugar. Does this result in you seeming to be less religious, less committed, weaker of faith?
Both cases, completely different in nature, with one underlying theme: Society loves to cast blame on the women and not have a conversation about toxic masculinity.
Fat bodies are being pushed out in favour of more marketable, slim or ‘acceptable fat’ (i.e. curves in all the ‘right’ places), white, cis women, who most often than not fit into the oppressive beauty standards that the movement originally sought to fight back against.
“Back in my day, we were married to someone before we had a baby with them.” This was a real reaction I heard when I announced I was pregnant. I smiled and walked away with “agree to disagree” on the mind. But later that day I got to thinking – what’s wrong with having a…
Right from the start of Everything’s Trash, But It’s Okay (2018), author Phoebe Robinson proves that her book is unlike any other non-fiction that addresses the state of today’s world. In the opening lines of the introduction, Robinson declares, “In summary: The world is currently one big ‘Previously on Homeland’ recap that plays on repeat. Nothing but…
She wakes from a light sleep to the now customary cries she hears throughout the night. She feels broken, for she herself is healing from a traumatic birth. Many identical nights pass while everyday seems to get harder. Two months postpartum, she realizes she doesn’t know herself anymore. When she looks in the mirror, she sees…
During our engagement party, someone asked me whether I would be taking my then-fiancé’s last name. The question caught me off guard because, at the time, my anxiety was on full-alert; my partner’s family is from a very different social class and I was floundering about which glass you were supposed to use for what wine….