There’s really no sense in beating around the bush here, so let’s just dive right in. When I was 16, I was raped. It’s one of the reasons I struggle with depression today. It’s one of the reasons I go to therapy once a week. And it’s the reason I’m writing this blog today. When… Continue reading Me Too. And You. And You.
It wasn’t twenty minutes. You said your son is being punished for “twenty minutes of action.” I can barely begin to fathom how you can morally rationalize uttering that phrase. There is a litany of grievances with your callous words, and I’m going to start with the first two. Twenty minutes. Twenty minutes. It was… Continue reading An Open Letter to Brock Turner’s Father from A Fellow Twenty Minutes of Action
Today, is a beautiful day. Yes, the sun is shining. Yes, the birds are chirping. But it goes much further than that. Today, the dragon has been slayed. Today, Art Briles has been fired. As the public becomes privy to the intricacies of what can only be described as one of the most inconceivably atrocious… Continue reading Art Briles: Rapist
Are You Calling Me Fat? 