It’s been called “disaster overload” – major crises in Syria, Iraq, South Sudan, the Central African Republic (CAR) and the Philippines have left the United Nations’ humanitarian response system reeling.
The nightly protests in Ferguson, Mo., are receding. Sparked by the shooting of unarmed black teenager Michael Brown by white police officer Darren Wilson, the scenes of protest, rioting, and an ironfisted police crackdown emerging from the St. Louis suburb shocked the world. But they shouldn’t.
The message on the poster is blunt. A young woman in red tights and a skimpy black dress is flaked out on the edge of a couch, her head turned away. A few wine bottles are on the floor.
Under what circumstances should a person feel surprised that they weren’t raped? As Zoe Zolbrod’s story reminds us, carelessness does not make sexual assault an expected outcome, nor does self-protection always prevent it. I often think about the times I wasn’t raped.
A study came out recently saying that millennials (a category that I apparently fit into) consider ourselves the “post-racial” generation. By and large, young adults think they are the ones who have moved past racism. Except, that’s not true. Racism is alive and well.
When ISIS, the Iraqi-Syrian militant opposition group (or terrorist group, depending on who you ask) charged into the northern Iraqi city of Mosul earlier this year, they were backed not only by determined and relatively well armed fighters, but also by a well-oiled social media engine.
Real depression (and there are plenteous counterfeits) cannot be chosen or un-chosen. It is not something someone turns on or off like a light switch. It is not something that one can simply talk (or laugh) oneself out of.
I don’t talk about it a lot these days, as I’ve reached the point where it feels like a lifetime ago. Healing was a long and grief-stricken process. There were times when I felt very alone in my grief and there were times when I felt lost and confused.
So why not just laugh now? – G Recently I posted a picture of myself in my kitchen, and I immediately started receiving generous messages from people wanting to help me “update” it.
It is part of new measures to provide basic protection for some seven million domestic workers long excluded from Brazil’s stringent labour laws. Employers can now be reported and fined several hundred dollars each time they break part of the code.