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Ride or Die is Overrated. Yeah, I said it.

adam levine

I was sitting in the car at a red light today, and Locked Away by R. City featuring Adam Levine came on the radio. And all of a sudden, I was furious. FURIOUS. IRATE. INCENSED. You get the picture. Here are the lyrics, just in case you’ve been living under a rock or you hate Adam Levine (who am I kidding…no one hates Adam Levine):

If I got locked away
And we lost it all today
Tell me honestly, would you still love me the same?
If I showed you my flaws
If I couldn’t be strong
Tell me honestly, would you still love me the same?
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1 PoV by 1 PoC: Carta abierta a John Dehlin (An Open Letter to John Dehlin)

Today’s 1 PoV by 1 PoC is by Anya Tinajero. Co-fundadora del Grupo Mormonas Feministas. Conversa a los 19 años. Preguntona, eterna estudiante e hija y nieta de mujeres excepcionales.

Versión disponible en inglés después del texto en español (English version follows the Spanish text) 

No John, una simple excusa no es suficiente.

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The Unrighteousness of Fat

An infinite line with Sin above the left arrow and Righteousness above the right arrow.

I’m fat. Technically, more accurately, I’m morbidly obese. But people don’t usually like technical, so I’m fat.

Being fat is hard in our society. Being fat and Mormon is even harder. As Mormons, we depend on outward actions and appearances to determine all things important, including our righteousness.

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‘Children are a heritage of the Lord.’

Content Warning – sexual abuse, discussion of HOW to prevent abuse esp within a Samoan/Pasifika context.

When I was twenty, I told my husband Darren, something I’d never told anybody else. I told him that when I was little, somebody over time, had done bad things to me. Then they threatened me. They said, ‘don’t tell anyone or you’ll be in big trouble.

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Straight Outta Compton: A Film Review

by Mica McGriggs

N.W.A was not the music of my childhood, even though I was living just south in the neighboring Orange County at the height of their career, I remained unaware. I was unaware of their music and unaware of the struggles of inner-city life. I have vague memories from my childhood of conversations at the dinner table or in passing about riots, and violence, but I had no context; my middle class suburban community protected me from experiencing that life. I don’t think I found NWA and other gangster rap until I was a teenager, but I was appalled and hooked! While it didn’t reflect my reality or report on the story of my experience it still felt like home. Compton, where the members of NWA grew up was a microcosm of our society, it represented a failing system, one that we are all caught in. I have been to Compton once in my life, I was five or six and we went to visit my cousins who lived there as kids. I remember having a good day, we played and ate and then I returned to my Orange County suburb with my white mother and grandparents. At that tender age, life seemed the same for them as it was for me, it really wasn’t until I found gangster rap that I began to understand some of what they experienced. Continue reading