I’ve been binge watching this show recently called “Dear White People.” It’s the kind of show where you mean to watch one episode but suddenly it’s 1am and you JUST HAVE TO WATCH ONE MORE! I’m not going to lie, the last few years I have done my best to try to avoid anything to do with race. I felt overwhelmed by the racism that exists in this country. I became frustrated with the lack of understanding that exists around white privilege with feelings being hurt and people getting defensive
Today, I find myself annoyed. REALLY annoyed at the amount of body shaming and blame placing that is going on. I fail to understand how WOMEN are pointing fingers at other women and saying that dressing in skimpy clothing is showing that you are “available” and it’s your fault for not dressing more conservatively. NO. NO. NO!!!! Just NO! Women are not being raped because they are dressing a certain way they are being raped because MEN rape! I should be able to walk down the street completely fucking naked
The last while I’ve been trying to think of something to blog about. I’ve looked at my trusty content plan a million times and wondered if that was the right thing or if this is the right thing or maybe you’d like to hear about this or maybe that. I’ve thought about things I need to say and things I want to say and yet somehow, none of them have seemed vaguely important enough to write about when my country is burning to the ground. I feel like that sounds
This morning I woke up to the devastating news that an Ariana Grande concert had been bombed and 22 people are dead! TWENTY TWO people. Some of those, children. The lives of those twenty-two people’s family members will be changed for the worse for ever. They will now, live their lives consumed with guilt and grief. They will question their own decision-making “was it my fault for letting her go?” and they will look for someone to blame whether or not that person or group is responsible. Because when someone
Being a mother is probably the single most important role I have ever played in my life. There just isn’t any amount of preparation you can do to make this “job” go smoothly. You come into your new role with absolutely no idea about how hard it can be or how tired you will feel or how much love you will hold in your heart. Until becoming a mother, I had no idea that I was capable of loving someone this much. Suddenly your heart is swollen and ready to
I don’t want to be one of those people who just runs away. I’m terrified of being that person. So terrified that perhaps I choose to live in denial instead but when is enough really enough? This last week has really shaken me up. I don’t know why it was so different to any of the weeks before or the months, years before that. It hasn’t been really but maybe my perspective is changing? You see, my 19month old son has been on school holidays for the last two weeks
My childhood was a constant battle between what is and what isn’t considered appropriate for a girl. I grew up to be that woman, living a constant battle between what is and what isn’t appropriate behaviour for a woman. I was raised to think independently and to be an independent woman. I was taught to pursue a career path that would enable me to always support myself. If you depend on a man, you are forever stuck at his mercy. Asking for pennies and cents to survive. Always be a financially independent
Empowering women has always been important to me. Perhaps more so in recent years though. For as long as I’ve lived, I’ve been surrounded by people who believe in the power we have as individuals to make a difference. I’ve watched lives being changed because of the opportunities given to them. I’ve seen dreams become realities because someone gave that one person a chance. I was raised to believe that if you’re in a position of privilege in any way, it’s your responsibility to give a hand up to someone else.
Almost one in five children in South Africa start school every single day without having had any breakfast. “A hungry child struggles to follow what is going on in the classroom,” explained Soweto Grade 2 teacher Khuziwe Shiba, who teaches at Ikwezi Primary School in Mofolo North, a school that will benefit from the Breakfast for Better Days initiative. “The kids who have breakfast come to school bubbly, loving, smiling and active, and look forward to the day ahead. The ones that don’t have breakfast are gloomy, tired, passive and
As women, we are expected to be a certain way and do certain things. Anything outside of that is improper. We need to suck it up and accept that this is how it has “always been” as if that’s some excuse for letting it continue in the same way for all eternity still. You must act like a lady and dress like a lady. You must be the ideal woman. As if there is such a thing. We are expected to be neat clean polite thin beautiful grateful attentive thankful
I’ve spent the majority of my life working in the Non-profit sector in one way or another. First as a volunteer and then as an intern and finally working my way up the ranks as a person being paid to do what I love. Which was pretty cool. Except working in those positions, killed my passion. The higher up the ranks you move, the more you’re privy to, the more you realise that things are not all they seem in the “do good” sector. Lack of accountability For one, funds
By Gerard Janse Van Rensburg You hear all this talk about transformation, changing institutions, industries, social structures the very fabric of society. You hear talk of cultural practices not being respected, being ignored and oppressed. This oppression is called racism, and maintaining the status quo is racist. Keeping things as is, is racist. “But I’m not racist” But I’m not racist! I don’t have anything against them! The colour of someone’s skin has nothing to do with how I treat them! But why must we change all of these things?
#Sponsored Content – All views are my honest opinion! I remember when I first moved to Cape Town, going away for the weekend. I remember having to slow down at what I thought was a roadblock, except it wasn’t. It had been a car accident. In the middle of the road, a BMW was lying on its side. I still remember driving towards it, the roof was facing us and it was right across the middle of the road. There was glass everywhere. We had to squeeze past this car
A little while ago I wrote an article about why the #CarseatFullstop campaign matters to me. Since then I’ve been very involved in sharing articles and information about the importance of using the right car seat (for the record, your child should be rear facing until age four). Hearing Ina Meyer tell her story really hit these points home for me. I just knew it was a story that I wanted to tell. Then I put it off for weeks because I didn’t know how to begin talking to her. How