Sometimes I’m so brilliant, I terrify myself.
Gimme a few seconds to remove my tongue from my cheek and I will elaborate … ah! … there! … much better! … OK … Onward …
I have been following, off and on, the ongoing story about the young transgender Virginia man, Gavin Grimm, whose suit the Supreme Court recently refused to hear, remanding the case back to the lower court and essentially allowing to stand a decision prohibiting Mr. Grimm from using the men’s restroom in his high school. It is important to understand that Mr. Grimm is, both anatomically and in terms of his manner of dress, male, in fact, indistinguishable outwardly from a young cisgender – I hope I use that term appropriately -- male. Anyone encountering Mr. Grimm in a men’s restroom, who did not know the story of his
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After all the years I spent learning math in school, who would have expected to be inspired by the most basic symbols? I think this is the most perfect visual of becoming an activist ever.
It reminds me of all the times I've grumbled, "How will I ever use math in my life?" I am using it in an unexpected way, but I'm using it.
This post is dedicated to all the teachers who taught me some form of mathematics in school (except trigonometry and calculus--those aren't math, they're torture!).
One plus one equals making a difference.
As you might suspect, there was a reason for featuring Emma Lazarus and her poem, The New Colossus, as part of the American She-Poets series this a.m. ... the reason being a reminder of our American ideals in the face an unreasonable ban, free-flowing hostilitities, and the fear vulnerable people have given the ramped-up deportation policies finding support and stride under the current Republican administration. Almost all immigrants to this country are refugees even if they are not formally declared so. Formally or informally they seek refuge from violence, poverty, joblessness, hunger and environmental degradation.
“Now “refugees” are those of us who have been so unfortunate as to arrive in a new country without means and have to be helped by refugee committees .... We lost our home