Sublime

Seus colegas de trabalho não pechinchariam uma fatia menor de bolo de aniversário

What I learned from being a diversity worker as well as talking to diversity workers is how what you introduce to unblock a system can be used to reblock the system.

A postfeminist sensibility is one in which feminist ideas are said to have been “taken into account” already, obviating the need for radical social transformation along gender lines.14 In recent years this has mutated from outright repudiation of feminism into something more subtle: a sense of the “obviousness” of the importance of feminism, alongs

I began to realize what I already knew: that patriarchal reasoning goes all the way down, to the letter, to the bone. I had to find ways not to reproduce its grammar in what I said, in what I wrote; in what I did, in who I was.

Eventually I decided that asking me to be something other than black, exchanging black for being a person of color was anything but well-meaning. Finally, for now, I have decided on being as black-black as I can be. It is my protest.

Even if these interventions were perfectly safe and costless and painless—which they’re currently far from being—I would still find them objectionable at a social level of analysis. For they flatten out difference, in the form of human bodily diversity, which I believe we ought to value. They flatten out such difference not at random, moreover, but

But at its heart it was, of course, about women’s bodies, and what we do with those bodies. More specifically, it was about what claim others have to those bodies when we dare to live, eat and breathe in a public space. The man at the helm of the group, whom I won’t name for fear of feeding his ego, shrugged the whole thing off in an interview with

These ideas are fairly typical of disability studies. Lydia X. Y. Brown, for example, also depicts disability as a performance and having a disability as an identity to be celebrated. This is apparent in this account of a discussion with a Muslim convert friend, who explains why she wears hijab, although she does not believe in the modesty concept

I sometimes floated between an American accent, a British accent, and an Arabic accent, depending on whom I was talking to, but most people who met me didn’t think I had any accent at all. I slipped in between different stereotypes and didn’t fit neatly into any one category. I was never the “other” and found I could fit in everywhere.