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Medicine Was Supposed to Be the Last Place We Discriminated (opens the original)
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We talk so much about equality.Gender equality. Social equality. Equality for minorities. Equality in education. Equality at work.And somewhere along the way, I started wondering: what is the last place where inequality becomes completely unforgivable?For me, it is medicine.Because you can argue with me about politics. You can argue with me about culture, religion, education, marriage, family, gender roles, capitalism, society, almost anything.But when I am lying on a hospital bed, I do not want
I Met My Soulmate When I Was Four (opens the original)
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We spend an astonishing amount of our lives talking about romantic love.We write songs about it. We make films about it. We spend years waiting for it. We ask children what kind of partner they want long before we ask them what love already looks like in their lives.Somewhere along the way, we quietly agreed that the greatest love story of every person’s life is supposed to begin with romance.I have never really understood that.Because the greatest love story of my life arrived before I even kne
I Keep My Hair Open So You Won't See My Face (opens the original)
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One unbelievably strange fact about me?I have always had an unnecessarily complicated relationship with my hair.Which is a ridiculous sentence to say out loud.It is hair.People lose it. Cut it. Colour it. Straighten it. Get bangs they knew in their heart would never work. (All of these people is my best friend btw)Mine, somehow, became an autobiography.<a class="image-link image2 is-viewable-img" href="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!qDFF!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A
What School Washrooms Taught Me About Democracy (opens the original)
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Yesterday I had a strangely troubling thought.I was standing in the washroom of a corporate office.It was spotless. No tissues thrown everywhere, no abuses on the back of the door.The sinks were clean. The mirrors were clean. Nothing was broken simply because it wasn't theirs to take care of.A day before that, I had been in my college washroom. Before that, I spent years in school washrooms. And beneath all of them sits the public toilet, which we seem to treat less as a facility and more as a p
My Father Still Holds My Hand Because It Feels Like His Mother's (opens the original)
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Death has always felt absurd to me.Not just sad.Not just unfair.Absurd.There is something fundamentally illogical about spending years learning the architecture of another human being, their laugh, the way they call your name, the way they make their bite, the way they fall asleep halfway through a film, only for the universe to casually announce that none of it will happen again.I have never understood how people accept that.Maybe that’s why I think about death far more than I should.Sometimes
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