humanity
For better or for worse, relationships reveal the core of the human condition.
Light Issues
Being on this planet for about 40 years, I had a lot of different things I went through growing up. Being a black girl with natural red head and light skin was considered somewhat of an anomaly during the 70s. My mom is light skin and my father is dark skinned. My mother was hoping she would have a brown skin baby but DNA is a muthafucka. From birth, I was treated differently. The nurses in the hospital told my mom about how the racist nurse made it her mission to take care of me because she thought I was someone's Irish baby. I mean I came out paler than my mom expected and then to have a full head of flaming red hair. Talk about different. Once that nurse found out my family was black, she couldn't hand me over fast enough to my mom and stomp away as the other nurses just laughed at her.
Janine AddisonPublished 7 years ago in HumansOn Love and Tacos
When I began eating a vegetarian diet in 2001, my live-in boyfriend at the time did not. We had both come upon information about how much healthier it was to substitute vegetable proteins for meat, the cruelty involved in raising and butchering animals for food, and the environmental impact of our taste for animal flesh. But while I was moved to act, he was content to not change, saying “I just like to eat meat too much to stop”. I found it a huge turn-off, and this was one of a few reasons why he became an ex-boyfriend. To me, it was another example of how rigid he was, his inability to personally evolve.
Liz LaPointPublished 7 years ago in HumansThat Old Familiar Rain
In the wee hours of twilight the rhythm of the falling rain moves with a tempo whose melody is unmistakably somber in tone. The pitter patter beats a painful reminder of those yesteryears where bittersweet moments still linger in conscious thought. The gaiety of life was often subdued by tears of sorrow and woe. As I recall it was the tumultuous relationship with my parents that set me adrift in the sea of missed opportunity. Those were the days of struggle amidst hope. The decisions I made though affected more than just me. And, yet I keep paying a price for every day I threw away.
Dr. WilliamsPublished 7 years ago in HumansWhy Are Old People So Freakin' Mean?
I am currently sitting in a coffee shop in suburban New Jersey, half-working, half-surfing the web, half-stuffing my face with a delicious piece of goat cheese topped multigrain toast. Like any normal human, I survey the people around me, casually ease-dropping. The shop consists of a handful of girls about my age (mid 20s), all sitting separately, typing away on their computers, a young couple chatting away with the barista at the counter, and a mother and a daughter sitting directly in front of me. The mother is probably in her 70s, daughter in her late 40s, early 50s, and the mother is a complete freakin' bitch.
Emily McCayPublished 7 years ago in HumansReasons Why You May Feel Trapped In A Relationship (And What You Can Do About It)
If you go out in the streets and take a walk, you will see at least one couple in which it's clear that at least one partner feels trapped in a relationship they don't want to be with. It's often obvious because one partner looks miserable with their lover, or because they're looking at other attractive people walking down the street.
Mackenzie Z. KennedyPublished 7 years ago in HumansBreaking Free
Sadly the family we are born into dictates a lot about who we are and how we will function later on in life and in society. Some will come from open minded households that allow them to seek unending opportunities. For the majority however they will face a much different fate, they are not that small percentage. They are the ones who from infancy are shaped and molded by parents religious and cultural boundaries and barriers.
Vanny FlamePublished 7 years ago in HumansWhy Do Some People Date Their Lookalikes?
Maybe it's me, being the product of a white American father and a black Ethiopian mother, but I find it extremely weird when I see couples who look like they're related. And I'm not talking just superficially similar in looks, like they have the same hair color and skin color, I mean when they appear so similar that there is no doubt in my mind that strangers regularly ask them "Are you twins/cousins/father and daughter?"
Liz LaPointPublished 7 years ago in Humans10 Relationship Secrets...
I am married to model and advice blogger, Liz LaPoint, and occasionally people will ask me what it is like, how I landed such a smart and sexy catch, and what my secret for keeping her is? Now, I am hardly qualified to dole out relationship advice, nor am I the world's greatest husband, but I will share what I believe are important components in maintaining a lasting, healthy and happy relationship.
Terry OsterhoutPublished 7 years ago in HumansAre Gay Sports Clubs Really a Thing?
You probably haven’t heard of IGLA – the International Gay and Lesbian Aquatics association. I certainly hadn't until I joined a gay water polo club.
Gareth JohnsonPublished 7 years ago in HumansThings That Make Men Obsessed With Women
If there's one thing that's always stayed true without history, it's that men who are attracted to a woman will often obsess over her. In fact, when a man is in love, he can't stop thinking about his partner. It's an obsession that has made men throughout history go to the ends of the Earth just to be with the one they love.
Ossiana TepfenhartPublished 7 years ago in HumansGrieving Mom Releases Inspirational New Book After Teen Daughter Killed In Car Wreck
URBANA, ILLINOIS—Approximately 42,000 children die each year in the United States, according to the National Center for Child Death Review Policy and Practice. That means each year more than 80,000 parents face the unimaginable – the loss of a child. It forces these grieving parents into a club no one ever wants to be a part of: the Grieving Parents Club.
Nikki Gaskins CampbellPublished 7 years ago in HumansFlames Of Desire
An emotion so primal, where the flames of desire have once again risen, keeps reoccurring in the recesses of my mind. Like ghosts of long lost loves which have come back as a haunting reminder of the past. The one that passed away all too soon and the one that got away those many years ago, where the memories are as clear and picturesque as glimmering snow-capped mountains have once again stirred flames of desire of the memories I hold dear.
Dr. WilliamsPublished 7 years ago in Humans