To my fellow Filipinos Flesh of my flesh Blood of my blood The spirit of culture within me
The other day I was on my Facebook trying to pass the time when I happened upon a photo of one of my friends in a "Native American Themed Party". She was dressed in full Native American attire -- headdress and war paint included. She wasn't Native American, she wasn't a first-nationer. And she didn't [...]
Dear White People,
I know you mean no harm. I know you mean well. But when you say that you "don't see colour", what it means for someone like me, a person of colour, is that you don't see my heritage.
I'm an intersectional feminist. Period. No ifs, ands, or buts. You may have heard the word "intersectional" flung around nonchalantly before, or you might not have even heard of the term until now. What is it? Why is it? Who's it for? And why am I one? I know it can be a daunting and confusing term, so let me break it down for you and explain why I am an intersectional feminist.