reclaiming the pejorative

Call me crazy. Or sensitive. Or emotional. And I’ll probably thank you. Women who aren’t maternal, ladies who aren’t polite, girls who dare to voice their opinion without being asked, scare the pants off society. So we dismiss them. Truth tellers, those who call it as it is, are crazy.  Those who are offended by the offensive…

do words alone make the racist?

Last week I used the term “disabled people”. My friend gently corrected me: “people with disabilities”. Okay. No problem. I’ve had a number of friends correct my terminology from time to time. I used to refer to sex workers as prostitutes. I have formerly referred to transgender people as transvestites. I have heard the term hermaphrodite being used…

on being honest

It’s after midnight. I’m coming to the end of a 24 hour communication black out. No phone. No social media. I’m home by myself. I find periods of time alone and without my phone beeping and buzzing and crying for my attention like a young pup to be incredibly restorative. I don’t subscribe to the…

hold up, feminism- we forgot half the passengers

Trigger warning: this post deals with sexual assault against men and women and may be distressing for some readers.  I am a feminist. Straight up. I’m comfortable with it and I hope that in the face of some influential leaders distancing themselves from the label (hello, Julie Bishop) that it won’t deter young women and men from picking…