10 Cities/10 Years was the scaffolding upon which I built my life; now I can stand without it.
I want to say something. I want to say something, but I’m not really sure what. I’m not sure I have the words for what needs to be said.
How is it that a generation raised on “Be Yourself” entertainment is so obsessed with conforming to labels? How can we, on one hand, talk so much about how our race, gender and sexuality doesn’t define our potential and value, and then turn around and say without a trace of irony, “Oh, I’m a Cancer, that’s why I’m so emotional”? Why are we so in need of being sorted?
The world is not a bad place. It is not a perfect place, either, but Utopia is a fool's dream and justifying evil in its absence is, itself, an act of evil.
There's no returning to the status quo, because it never existed.
There's a civil war erupting these days between 40-something feminists, 30-something feminists, 20-something feminists and then the (mostly) teenagers who are #womenagainstfeminism.
For the month of May, let us refrain from negative criticisms. Instead, let's focus on the positive and #SpreadTheLove.
Doesn't it seem like every one is just really, really, really pissed off these days?