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We do a much greater disservice to girls, because we raise them to cater to the fragile egos of men. We teach girls to shrink themselves, to make themselves smaller. We say to girls: ‘You can have ambition, but not too much. You should aim to be successful, but not too successful, otherwise you will threaten the man. If you are the breadwinner in your relationship with a man, you have to pretend that you’re not, especially in public otherwise you will ‘emasculate’ him.’

But what if we questioned the premise itself— why should a woman’s success be a threat to a man? What if we decide to simply dispose of that word? And I don’t think there’s an English word I despise more than ‘emasculation.’


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Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, TedxEuston (x)

All of the truth. She’s incredible!

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“E=mc2” photographed by Steven Klein for Dazed & Confused (April 1998).
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“Inner Reflection” by Shuhui Yang
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When I write, I am speaking. I am saying, “I exist. I am alive. I am not dead yet.” When I write, I am neither here nor there, I have vanished into a dead zone, a crawlspace all my own. I am speaking into a long tunnel. Each word I write is a mark, is a weight. I am saying, “I have a voice. It was not smudged out.
by “I Did Not Vanish: On Writing,” by Cynthia Cruz
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Olafur Eliasson & Ma Yansong, Feelings Are Facts, (2010).
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Charles Wilkin. Meanwhile.
I longed for him. And he disgusted me.
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Angela Carter, The Bloody Chamber

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