i get anxious for people who fall asleep on public transit. like where is your home? how many stops have you missed? this was not a time for a nap
You know what I love? Waking people up to tell them it’s their stop. Because there’s nothing quite like that “I’m really grateful, but also really fucking terrified?” look.
More than a decade after Moscow withdrew its forces from Latvia, a crumbling Soviet-era military building is slowly consumed by the Baltic sea near Liepãjasuch.
Remember that intimate conversation you had with your son? The one where you said, “I love you and I need you to know that no matter how a woman dresses or acts, it is not an invitation to cat call, taunt, harass or assault her”?
Or when you told your son, “A woman’s virginity isn’t a prize and sleeping with a woman doesn’t earn you a point”?
How about the heart-to-heart where you lovingly conferred the legal knowledge that “a woman doesn’t have to be fighting you and you don’t have to be pinning her down for it to be RAPE. Intoxication means she can’t legally consent, NOT that she’s an easy score.”
Or maybe you recall sharing my personal favorite, “Your sexual experiences don’t dictate your worth just like a woman’s sexual experiences don’t dictate hers.”
Last but not least, do you remember calling your son out when you discovered he was using the word “slut” liberally? Or when you overheard him talking about some girl from school as if she were more of a conquest than a person?
I want you to consider these conversations and then ask yourself why you don’t remember them. The likely reason is because you didn’t have them. In fact, most parents haven’t had them."
For whatever we lose
(a you or a me)
it’s always ourselves
we find in the sea.
- E.E. Cummings
Mykines, Faroe Islands