The sad irony is that the self-care movement initially began as a reaction to institutional shortcomings in the treatment of marginalised communities—women of colour and women who identify as LGBTQIA+.
What does holding ANUSA accountable for its responsibilities look like, with that accountability also fostering genuine empathy and appreciation for the work our representatives do? To what extent do we underestimate the burden placed on these individuals, or hold uncharitable perceptions of them?
The year 2020 turned the mundane, political.
It’s time to step up and make tangible change, ANU. More needs to be done to keep us safe on campus.
Some wildly juicy stories emerged from the Fifty Shades phenomenon, saucy and embarrassing alike. But what really left me gasping, so to speak, was the lack of education, shared both by the author, E. L James, and my friends, about safe BDSM practices.
Fat liberation has taught me that rooting self-worth in fatphobia and the desire to be skinny will never benefit anyone (including people who are skinny) because it is a never-ending race to the bottom.
“While code-switching may be fun for some, it is an unfortunate necessity for others.”
Why do we prolong the inevitable by overlooking the subtle or not-so-subtle signs of a dickhead? I have a hunch.
My moonstone ring was bought when I was soul searching and needed balance, and my necklace was a gift from a dear friend which reminds me that we are all connected. My tattoo was also born out of my love, my femininity, my beliefs—it is an unfinished body, an unfinished writing of culture.
It was puzzling. Even as I read other works of fiction and academic writing, ‘The Coconut Children’ stood out even more to me. I began to see that my obsession for the book came from a need to continuously re-experience the narrative, because it was the first book in mainstream Australian fiction I had read where I could see myself and my history being reflected.