Tag: emotional labor
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Smiling When I Am Scared
Jovial(?) Roadside Chaos Today, I was walking along a sidewalk with my headphones in. It was the perfect day to spend outdoors, sunny and warm. To my left was a busy road, and to my right was a gorgeous view over-looking the water. All of a sudden, a small construction truck drove past me. I… Read more
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Why Women Get Turned On When Their Partner Does the Dishes
Confusing Female Reactions I watched a man as he blustered about his partner: “She feels more romantic towards me when I do the dishes, than when I kiss her!” He sounded completely bewildered. For him, this instance seemed like another drop in the ocean of “confusing female emotions”. Why would doing the dishes make her… Read more
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On the Men Who Make Women Louder, Not Quieter
The Benefits of a Healthy Dynamic Between Men & Women Because of my feminist writing, some people might assume that I hate men. I don’t. I love and respect men. I adore the dynamic between men and women when it is healthy- and that is why I get so offended when it is not. So… Read more
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The Smile Women Learn to Have
Solo Female Travels Recently, I posted a personal essay called Someone Ran a Stop Sign… & I Smiled at Them. In it, I talk about how quickly I defaulted to reassuring someone after they had almost hurt me. That post was still lingering in my mind, when I had another experience… Earlier this week, I went… Read more
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Someone Ran a Stop Sign… & I Smiled at Them
Looking Both Ways Today, when I was about to cross the street, a moped cut across my path. I jolted, shifting my weight off the street and back onto the sidewalk as he crossed in front of me. I locked eyes with the (male) driver and smiled and nodded. It wasn’t until I began walking… Read more
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Am I Supposed to Lie?
Why Are You Coaching Me to Lie? “I have a boyfriend”, I lied. I didn’t want to lie. I wanted to tell the truth- that I was aggressively single. But I couldn’t, because that would be an invitation. So I lied. As a child, I was told lying is bad. So why am I expected… Read more
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The Angry Pink Horse on the Carousel
There’s an angry pink horse on the carousel. All the others seem content to go around and around. But not this one. Its skin is an unnatural shade of bubblegum pink, its eyes bulging with peeling black paint, and its head is cocked at a tense angle- as if it is trying to throw off… Read more