The tug-of-war between wanting to dress in traditional feminine attire and desiring the same respect their male colleagues gain from wearing suits is a battle that has been fought since the days of Joan of Arc.
I believe in paying it forward, in fighting for those who have lived through similar circumstances but whose national, racial and religious designations, among others, have kept them from the same considerations and privileges my grandparents were granted in 1960.
Don’t get me wrong; I am still passionate about pro-choice politics. I worry that Roe v. Wade will be overturned, and Planned Parenthood defunded with a conservative majority in the Supreme Court. The difference between 2020 me and 2016 me is that I will vote with every marginalized group in mind, not just the narrow one I belong to.
Being deemed fashionable relies on outside perceptions of your clothing. How do you look wearing those Nike shorts? Do they make your butt perky? Are they, God forbid, stained? As society progresses, one’s clothing becomes less about intrinsic comfort and more about the desire for external validation.
In life, you can either be a minimalist or a maximalist.
But when it comes to, Love, capital ‘L’ and all, I cannot summon a thought concrete enough to write about.
How many times have you wished out loud that you had time to read for pleasure in your hectic daily life?
Sure, 140 characters and a trending hashtag is one nice-looking sentiment, but is it saving lives? Is it outlining a plan for reform? Is it petitioning legislature? While good at creating a platform for awareness, social media must do more than that. And if it’s not, if the line stops where the tweet ends, then it’s not enough.
The article followed young female Republicans at UNC who felt ostracized and oppressed on campus, their “harsh reality”. The following is a look at the world these women do not live in: