me, circa 2012:
me, circa 2012:
Because we tend to diminish our experiences:
On January 27th, I attended the Women’s March in D.C. and watch with amazement, pride, and awe as the women around me marched and fought for what the women before us have achieved and the work there is still left to do. I’d never attended such an event before, and was completely enraptured by the ‘togetherness’ of it all. Around me, there on the Lincoln Memorial, were people of all ethnicities and ages coming together to achieve a common goal that has been and continues to be long overdue.
For the silent marchers, there were signs held displaying a notice for the world to see,
raised high in the sky, the clouds acting as a backdrop for the fury. Several of these
messages held rage against the president, and others contained love for one another.
But the most common of them all held a very simple kind of text, a timely statement, a
The #MeToo movement has ignited a flame in people that has been burnt out far too
many times. It’s empowered us and fueled a conversation that has desperately needed
to be had. The eyes of the ignorant were starting to open and as our claims were
starting to be taken seriously, the perpetrators were finally being held accountable. Most
of them, at least.
When the Aziz Ansari story broke out, I felt a slight shift in the movement. Twitter and
other social media outlets alike were buzzing with skepticism; people claiming we are
“taking this too far” and “deeming almost everything as sexual assault.” The story
bothered me, too, for reasons I couldn’t pin down until I read a blog post titled “Not That
Bad” written by a woman named Katie on her blog katykatikate, my favorite thing I’ve
read this past week, and it finally made sense.
The piece tackles the uneasiness that came with Grace’s story about Ansari. It didn’t
hold back and it didn’t make light of a situation that so many were calling exactly what
the title states. The story left me with chills as the author pushed the monstrosity of the
problem: the commonality of it all. Ansari’s behavior is something that every girl has
encountered. It’s so normal, that even we who have been through it fail to categorize it
as assault, but instead normalize the situation, which only brings us back to square one.
When I read the expose on Ansari, I fell victim to this very thought process. I thought,
“well, this has happened to me, but I wouldn’t call it sexual assault.” I felt defensive,
vulnerable, and more than anything; I felt exposed. “Not That Bad” opened my eyes to
why these emotions were pulsing through me and refused to cease. It validated all of
those icky feelings I’ve had on the way home from what I thought was just an
uncomfortable encounter, and reassured me that I don’t need to diminish my
experiences with: “But it wasn’t that bad!” Because it was. It really was.
I applied to be a contributing writer for the New York Times and this was the piece I submitted as a sample. As it is a very timely topic, I thought I’d share!
Hey guys! I’m sorry I haven’t posted all week. I’ve been incredibly busy with job applications, social responsibilities, and all around mental clearing. Although, I feel like I’m seriously deteriorating. Anyway.
I received an email last night that my piece “Recounting Winter” finally got published by Germ Magazine! It would mean a lot to me if you guys would check it out and/or leave a comment on it. I know my writing family’s got my back.
You can read it here.
Thank you guys 🙂