America, with all its wealth and technology, doesn't seem much further along than third-world countries when it comes to how women are viewed. The fact that someone like Donald Trump has gotten as far as he has, spurred on by millions of militant, mindless followers, leaves a rather bleak view of women's rights and their future status. We should all be concerned.
I wish I could speak with ironclad certainty about the right of fiction writers to portray anyone, from any culture, in any way we wish. In her opening address at the Brisbane Writers Festival, Lionel Shriver, a celebrated U.S. author, adamantly took that stance. Her argument appeared sound: the genre is fiction, therefore it's made up, imaginary, and nobody should take offense.
Bon Appetit just put out a viral new video, highlighting the work of a chef-owner...and, in the process, nearly wrecking his career. The chef is Tyler Akin--a bro with a five o'clock shadow and a telegenic soft-spoken demeanor who looks like he could totally hang out with you at a frat house kegger but totally object to the use of rohypnol.
If I don't post my stupid comedy videos immediately, chances are it won't make it to Facebook. I'll decide it's not worth keeping or there will be a terror attack or a racially charged killing commanding the internet's attention that would make releasing a micro short of me dancing at a Hanana frozen yogurt shop feel dirty.
I wanted to live in a world where race is not a topic of discussion, my race did not afford me the privilege to bury racism as a past Americanism like slavery shackles. Racism followed me through diverse landscapes, showing itself to me in varied forms, at times choking me and making me submit to the fact that some would always see me only as a n-word.