The Human Rights Heroine

10460446_10204441070611296_2870501084880952966_n I’m so excited to share this piece with you guys! I recently interviewed my dear friend, Kristina Bogos, about her human rights activism. Her audacity and intelligence are truly inspiring.

Excerpted below is my favorite part of the interview. Read it in full at The HBIC Project and let me know what you think!

“I knew that there was a higher power (NYU) that had the agency to promote universal values in human rights and make a difference. And I don’t know the NYU-Abu Dhabi government relationship, but I know it’s NYU’s names on those buildings and on the worker’s hard hats, and that really got to me.

That’s when I decided to speak out and pursue my piece. I’m a student, but I have a voice. After my article was published, I realized that exposure wasn’t enough. I still hold journalism to the highest regard, but I wanted to do more. I needed to do more. And the next step just happened.”

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How My Military Father Raised Me “Like a Girl”

Spoiler Alert: He didn’t.

[It’s my Dad’s birthday, so I wanted to re-post this blog I wrote for The HBIC Project. It was originally posted for father’s day, but I think in light of recent commentary, it’s still incredibly relevant. Hope you enjoy!]

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My father never taught me how to mow the lawn. We never used power tools together and certainly didn’t toss the ol’ pigskin around. We didn’t do these things—but not because I was a girl, but because I didn’t want to. I had terrible allergies to anything resembling nature. Had I ever used a chainsaw, there’s a 99.9 percent chance that I would’ve sliced off my arm (thanks, lack of coordination), and I’m less athletic than Rob Kardashian on a bad day.

In the age of Title IX, some might say that girls’ abilities are judged based on how cool they are with “masculine” activities, like drinking beer while watching “the game,” or even playing “the game” itself. At the same time, some – but not all! – feminists are quick to remove themselves from anything to do with men. That perspective fails to recognize that men are awesome, too.

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