Random/not so random aside: I can’t stand being touched without my permission. It's not just an American thing. I'm not comfortable with kids who aggressively grab me for my attention and I REALLY don’t care for crusty (old) men who put their hands on me or invite themselves into my personal space as if as if I'm some shrinking violet that they can pet. And did you know that “Don’t touch my hair,” is track two on my personal life mixed tape soundtrack, volume 32? I believe that a child who thinks they can touch and grab and interrupt an adult to “tell them, show them or ask them” something is at greater risk of becoming a teenager and adult who struggles to listen or doesn’t understand boundaries and consent.
Read MoreTo be empowered is incredible. To have self-confidence and dare I say taste and feel self-actualization after centuries of mandated oppression is earth shattering. Films, songs, scholarship, physical competitions and politics saw a new renaissance and the manifestation of this confidence.
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