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4 p.m. January 21st. An unassuming, relatively normal Saturday afternoon. The day I finally decided to cut off all my hair.
She tells her friend she needs air, and on the patio of this popular college bar, her heart races. Her lungs feel on fire. Her hands can’t stop shaking.
Let me tell you a story. A story that I wish I’d asked for earlier in life. A story I received, in the form of a letter, on my sixteenth birthday.
As anyone who’s turned on the TV or opened twitter in the past 6 months knows, “gender” is the new buzzword, the new culture war.
In talking to my female-identifying peers, I’ve found that almost every one of them remembers a time when a man has said something so demeaning, sexist, or uncomfortable, that it has stuck with them for ages.
She loved going to markets and holding the fruit in her hand, feeling the tension of the skin and the pulp against her palm.
After watching the Oscar-winning movie Everything, Everywhere, All at Once, I was intrigued by how the characters were able to jump through dimensions and experience different realities based on the choices they made.
When I took on the position of Editor here at Iris, I felt very hesitant to use phrases like “editorial vision” when referring to my goals for the magazine.
