Male Privilege: Yes, It Is Real When typing the heading to this piece I felt myself fighting back the words ‘no shit Sherlock’ and then wondered, ‘should I carry on writing this?’ Then I remembered why I wanted to write this and resolved to carry on bashing the keyboard relentlessly. You see, I have been… Continue reading Guest Post: A part-time transgender woman.
1 October 2008 It was a normal Wednesday... Work, clients, paperwork, homework with the kids, dinner.... A lovely day actually... That evening, after bath, I was applying body lotion, and when putting it on my breasts, I felt something strange.... A bump/lump.... WTH??? I checked, checked again, lay down on the bed, felt this way… Continue reading Guest Post: It’s all about the boobs!
My name is Rephethile Kgwale and I’m the founder of a campaign called Matters of the brain, I've been living with Bipolar Disorder, Generalized Anxiety disorder and Dysthemia for eight years. After being diagnosed I experienced judgement from society due to the expectations they had of me. I realize how stigmatized mental health is especially… Continue reading Guest Post: Rephethile Kgwale
I have always been fascinated with doors. I find myself photographing various shapes and types of doors wherever I travel throughout South Africa. My Pinterest account has a board aptly named ‘Doors’ and on my ‘France’ and ‘Architecture’ boards, you’ll find numerous beautiful photographs from around the world featuring… you guessed it… all kinds of… Continue reading Guest Post : Behind the door
My name is Melanie but often I can’t pronounce it so let’s stick to Miss Pretorius or Lu. It’s no state secret that I stutter and that it gets worse when I’m nervous…and I’m nervous a lot. It’s funny that I would choose a career in the media that involves interacting with strangers and often… Continue reading Guest Post: Being a woman
Nappyversary*, shrinkage**, BC***, LOC****. Just some of the many terms that have become part of my natural hair discourse since dumping the ‘creamy crack’ (chemical relaxers) and, literally and figuratively, embracing my roots twelve years ago. I had started researching issues of slavery, oppression, Apartheid, class and race for my third year mini-thesis “Representations of… Continue reading Girls With Curls
“Mirror, mirror on the wall Sometimes I don’t like what I see in you at all…” 30 years ago, I don’t think I had a clear idea of what my body looked like. I might have envied some of the lithe, swan-necked “It-girls” who floated ethereally around campus, but I was too busy stomping my… Continue reading For some reason, I can still touch my toes.
When I was asked to write a piece for woman’s day, I found the thought quite intimidating. What would I write about? What could I possibly offer that would be worth reading about? Obviously because it was my #bestie, Wenchy that asked – I couldn’t say no. So here I sit pondering on my life… Continue reading I am free!