Anna Paavilainen’s monologue Play Rape is not just about theatre, it’s about me. And it’s about the rape culture we’re all part of. About being forced to choose between fuckability and invisibility.
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Anna Paavilainen’s monologue Play Rape is not just about theatre, it’s about me. And it’s about the rape culture we’re all part of. About being forced to choose between fuckability and invisibility.
During our spring break this year a friend and I, a pair full of wanderlust, decided to go for an adventure around Italy. The country is popular with the backpackers and tourists, and it’s hard to imagine how much more jam-packed it can get in the summer heat when the holiday season actually starts.
In March I took a semi-spontaneous trip to Scotland with a bunch of friends. We had decided to go in a fit of late night wanderlust after a night of some university partying about a month before. The great thing about it was that we actually ended up executing this plan, conceived after midnight and a few glasses of wine!
Vietnam, June 2015 - The walk from the street-seller to the hotel took only ten minutes. Or it would have. Walk straight ahead and turn left, you can’t get lost, I had told myself. Sometimes I undermine my lack of sense of direction.
Dear Gloria Steinem, According to you, I, and other young women like me, only support Sanders “because the boys are with [him]”. Does that really seem likely to you? Please do not underestimate the intelligence of young women.
Music perfect for a road trip... the album evokes laid-back, visual atmospheres that are a call for adventure... lyrics delightful in their originality and darkness... And many other reasons you should give these five albums a listen.
We rarely see something where someone admits to being wrong. It can give insight into preconceived notions, and perhaps even lead someone else to realize they were wrong about the same thing. Here is the first edition of what will hopefully become a recurring series here in BTSB. It’s called “I Was Wrong About…”
Recently I ran across an interesting article on education and the respect of society at large for humanities subjects. In her article Lotta Aarikka sets out to crush the popular myth about humanities subject students who cannot find a job after graduating despite their university education.
I love old Finnish death metal. In the vast, adjective-laden world of extreme metal, it simultaneously manages to be the filthiest, most crushing, and weirdest. It's pitch black, evil, and it takes its time.