Condé Nast’s merge with champion music publication Pitchfork threatens to kill the spirited focus on the underground music scene that made Pitchfork worth reading.
Behind every successful woman doing something correctly is a man whispering in her ear telling her there is a better way to do what she’s already doing correctly.
“You’re doing it all wrong, here is actually how it should be done.”
“This is really advanced, you won’t understand. Let me explain.”
“Did you actually know that (insert very well-known concept here)?”
Though there is nothing wrong with having an opinion — after all, we as an editorial board note twice weekly the importance of having a strong stance on a topic — we need to normalize not having one all the time.
Start by asking yourself, “what is the cost of my silence?” Once you realize your impact, you can become intentional and aware of your surroundings, your actions and your voice. It all matters.
Trans characters and actors are essential in creating plotlines that appeal to similar audience members. The entertainment industry needs to create more roles that acknowledge the bravery and importance of a transition story, and these actors should receive more awards and recognition.
The often overlooked role of Black trans women in the civil rights movement was integral to the movement's success, creating a legacy a Boston activist and the assistant to the director at BU’s Center for Antiracist Research argue must be remembered.
Listen to every voice in this paper. Listen to every Black person. Listen to our anger and our hurt. Because if you listen, you’ll realize we’ve been repeating the same message for a long time.
Just because you don’t fully understand the experiences or identity of trans people doesn’t mean you can’t try. And it certainly doesn’t mean you can’t respect them and their rights.
The problem with appreciation is when it turns into appropriation. It’s sad that Black women are being ripped off of their ideas or looks day after day, while others monetize their aesthetic.
There’s a theorem that has yet to fail me in life. Or rather, it has yet to fail me since I realized its existence all those semesters ago when I was just a young, impressionable freshman living in the...
