An experiment in finding my identity the only way I know how; language
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For all you know, I'm a sentient super-puppy that likes belly rubs, is partial to bacon and can definitely ingest chocolate without any side effects whatsoever (I think)
Hello one and all! As I write this, I am 40,000 ft in the air as I fly back to University, numbed by the exhilaration and fear elicited by flying and a healthy gin and tonic, and I can’t help but reflect on the state of Christianity and Christian culture; particularly about the inheritance, into Christian culture, of certain notions about disenfranchised groups in society. Now, all this was brought on by a documentary series called The Ascent of Woman (available on Netflix and comes highly recommended by me). This documentary focuses more on the creation of “woman” as a social construct, than on her biological formation and I am thoroughly enjoying it. As I rewatch the first episode, titled Civilisation , an important point was raised; about how the women in Ancient Greece were treated as well as the women in Afghanistan at the height of the Taliban. With this treatment, social notions about the inferiority of women accompanied and justified this treatment. For those who weren’t...
To be, or not to be. That is the eternal question. Should I become a mother? When I look at the world around me, the answer is no. No matter how much I yearn to be privileged with the care of another human being, I do not want to raise them in an environment that consistently limits their capacity for success. I do not want to raise them in a world that is dying and burden them with the responsibility of saving it – of being better. I do not want to raise them in a world that does not care about who they are, but what they can do. Yes, there are a lot of 'I's in that paragraph. And yes , I recognise that parenting is not an, exclusively, maternal responsibility. Yet we live in a world where I will be held to greater account for my child's successes and failures than my partners. When this is coupled with my inability to indulge in the possibility of, truly, having a partner, I struggle to envision motherhood as something accessible for me . This is, even, before I conside...
I have given myself 10 minutes to write on a complex situation of structural racism and classism and the problems I have with clubbing culture. And I have a sneaking suspicion that I've bitten off more than I can chew here. Because the Alchemist situation is A LOT. So let's start at the beginning. For the uninitiated, Alchemist is a bar/club/restaurant hodge-podge in one of Nairobi's wealthier locales; Westlands. It is frequented by middle-upper-class Kenyans of various races, ethnicities and tribes. But this does not mean that class is an equalizer; in fact, the socioeconomic class may have exacerbated what happened the FIRST time. The first time Alchemist got in trouble was over a video alleging racial discrimination in the way patrons were organized. In an unnecessary throwback to separate but equal, the video shows two lines: one for Africans and a separate line for White/Asian patrons. When an African patron attempts to, literally, cross the aisle, a bouncer directed t...
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