Help Get Christine a Home

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Hello, everyone. I spent my summer in Zambia, teaching in a community school. That’s where I met Christine. She is 20 years old, likes to draw, has tremendous amount of swag. She also has cognitive impairment due to birth complications and other childhood neglect. She has lived in poverty and despair most her life, and the doctor we took her to suspected child abuse in her past. She takes shelter with her ailing mother in an abandoned bar, and they struggle for having a meal.  We managed to get her admitted into a special needs school – which focuses on […]

Putting things in perspective

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“Why are you so serious about this shit?” they often ask me. Do you really want to know why I get agitated when I hear about a clear violation of women’s rights? You want to know why I proudly call myself a feminist and fume when someone states everyone is equal in 2016?   Maybe because right after I was born, some family friend remarked to my dad that he would have drowned himself in alcohol if he had a girl child. I hadn’t even lived a few days before someone thought I, or someone who shared the same physiological […]

Be You

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I go on twitter, and I see girls being so excited for their pumpkin latte and scarves and boots and dressing up as a minion for Halloween and then, I scroll down, to see all the hate they get. Basic, they say. You know what? You are excited for something and you feel happy doing things that you do. Yes, maybe they’re cliché and maybe they’re done too often but that doesn’t make anything bad. People breathe everyday, and nobody says ‘basic bitch’. You have the luxury to find happiness in Starbucks? Damn right, then you buy whatever you want […]

What it means to be a girl in India

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So recently, I met this lady at the station. It was barely 6 am on a Tuesday morning, so I couldn’t be grumpier. Yes, I had a 7 am lecture and I did not look forward to making notes on ethics of psychological research. I stood there on the platform, looking at the indicator. Six more minutes until the train arrived. Great. There was this lady sitting on a bench, with a small little baby in her arms, fast asleep. Her husband was at a distance and he was in his own merry world. I couldn’t help but notice her […]