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Prompt: “I’m one of two Muslim girls at school who wear a hijab, and I’ve never really viewed it as much of an issue. But, I always get asked by my non-Muslim friends how I can stand wearing clothes like that and why do my parents force me to wear it. Can you write a poem about how wearing a hijab or a scarf or whatever you want to call it is a choice and a commitment that only you,as an individual, can enforce?”
This is too relevant.
"You can’t discuss sexism without first acknowledging that as a culture we define the heterosexual male as normal and everyone else by how different they are from that arbitrary normal, ‘arbitrary’ being the key word." — Winston Rowntree
Cracked has been so on point lately.
We, for one, welcome our robot overlords, but agree with this chart’s point, too.
Solid tune, great video.
is the handling of the flame, not the worship of ashes.”