I was too mentally exhausted to write this article, but I grew up watching my mother respond to every verbal harassment we faced on the street. When I once told her she could ignore it, she told me that they are relying on stereotypes surrounding Muslim women: they rely on us to be what they want us to be, silent and meek. It is our silence that emboldens them.
We seem to have been locked in an eternal attempt at domination over nature for millennia. My recent trip to Thailand shifted this into clear focus: perhaps the attempt was never really about humans over nature.
I was so excited to connect with the rest of the group through our shared enthusiasm and experiences. Eagerly, I contacted many other queer friends to join. Their responses would soon shock me.
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With everything Freshers' week has to offer, the University's Equality, Diversity and Inclusion (EDI) trainings risk being overwhelmed. Even so, they should be welcomed.
The...
How does one successfully get away with breaking the rules? The Oxford Union’s recent antics provide an elegant solution: sack everybody who could get...