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I've been meaning to write about this for a week or so- But life keeps getting in the way. May 5th according to Facebook [the Farmer's Almanac of social knowledge and pop culture spam] was Wear Purple Day; To show support for victims [aka survivors] of sexual assault. A showing of courage; a proclamation that these acts of sexual violence should not be allowed to happen.

Want, Need

May 9

An evil man once said "Don't tell me you need me- Tell me you want me." Or that's how this conversation began. On a lawn, in front of a funeral home, I debated the merits between want and need. The subtle inferences; the gendered perspectives. It made me think about the things I long for...

Just Lil Ol' Me

One of the first albums I owned was No Doubt's Tragic Kingdom. I remember my cousin insisting it was better than Backstreet Boys or the boy bands that lined my friend's shelves. My favorite song was Just A Girl'. The first line: Take this pink ribbon off my eyes spoke to my mini inner feminist. That's right- I don't need a pink blind fold. I'm strong! I'm independent! I won't hold your hand! & then I grew up. I realized that sometimes burning your bra, just leaves a gross smell and a pile of ashes.

When I Grow Up

When I was a kid, I'd play dress up. I'd pretend to be like the characters I'd read about, my pop culture role models on tv. I'd steal away into my Grandma's room and take her cardigans or just use the power of my ultra active imagination. How easy it all seemed...