It’s probably safe to assume that you recall the fairy tale of the Three Little Pigs. In case, however, you’re a folkloric vegetarian, it centers around a certain Big Bad Wolf who, like a wandering salesman, travels to the poorly constructed homes of three pig siblings, knocks on their respective doors, then begins huffing and puffing and blowing their houses down. His attack isn’t completely architectural: he then eats the pigs (all but the last, who, SPOILER, built his house out of bricks). But what, you might well ask, do the Three Little Pigs have to do with the Dardenne Brothers’ captivating new film, Two Days, One Night? More than you might think, in fact.
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It’s taboo to admit that you’re lonely. You can make jokes about it, of course. You can tell people that you spend most of your time with Netflix or that you haven’t left the house today and you might not even go outside tomorrow. Ha ha, funny. But rarely do you ever tell people about the true depths of your loneliness, about how you feel more and more alienated from your friends each passing day and you’re not sure how to fix it. It seems like everyone is just better at living than you are.
A part of you knew this was going to happen. Growing up, you just had this feeling that you wouldn’t transition well to adult life, that you’d fall right through the cracks. And look at you now. La di da, it’s happening.
Your mother, your father, your grandparents: they all look at you like…
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The relationship between Palestinian poet Mourid Barghouti and Egyptian novelist Radwa Ashour — as traced through their literary works — is one of the twentieth century’s great love stories:
Barghouti and Ashour met as students at Cairo University in the 1960s, and he writes about the beginnings of their relationship in his second memoir, I Was Born There, I Was Born Here, trans. Humphrey Davies:
“I read my first poems to her on the steps of the Cairo University library when we were not yet twenty. We took part together in literary gatherings at the Faculty without it occurring to us that a personal interest had developed, or was developing, between us. We were students and limited our conversation to ‘professional’ matters such as our studies and never went beyond these into any intimate topic. She would tell me, ‘You will become a poet,’ and I would reply, ‘And what…
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Late last night I was cruising around on Pinterest because hey I’m a boring 30-something mom and that’s what I do when I can’t sleep. Which, by the way, is every night, meaning that I’ve developed a bit of a Pinterest habit, among other things (my insomnia-beating arsenal includes such soothing activities as: watching documentaries about the Chernobyl “liquidators,” hate-reading the blogs of conservative white dudes, and sending slightly incoherent late-night messages to my friends and acquaintances). Anyway, I was happily scrolling through pictures of pretty landscapes tragically marred by trite sayings (example: a gorgeous mountain at sunset with DON’T GIVE UP, THE BEST IS YET TO COME scrawled across it in white letters) when I came across this:
I had one of those moments where I was like, “oh.” And then I was like, “yes.” And then I had this huge mishmash of complicated feelings that I’ve been trying…
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If you’ve been closely hanging around me, or have had the courtesy to share your food with me, you’d probably know that I’ve been struggling with faith for more than a few years, now. But the peak of this struggle (at least, I believe it is the peak) has been going on for more than 4 months. My second longest struggle was my choice of major.
I am amazing when it comes to priorities, aren’t I?
I’m not a theologist. I’ve never studied religion academically. I don’t read about religion that much at all, to be honest. So, many people are perfectly justified to label my doubt as unreasonable, or uncalled for.
I mean, it’s not like I spend my free time popping up holy books and, and then construct my own analysis based on what I read, and what others understood. But given…
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يمارس اضطهاد وتمييز ممنهج علي كل من يمارس حياة بميول جنسية مختلفة عن المألوف والسائد، ويقع تحت خانة متنوعي النوع الاجتماعي والجنسانية. نكتب هذا البيان كمجموعة من متنوعي النوع الاجتماعي والميل الجنسي *(م.م.م.م.م) ، لإدانة مؤسسات المجتمع المدني العاملة علي حقوق الإنسان لدورها المساهم في تجاهل الانتهاكات التي تقع على متنوعي النوع الاجتماعي والميول الجنسية؛ وذلك من خلال عدم العمل على القضايا الخاص بنا وعدم مشاركتها مع المعرضين للخطر، وعدم تقديم دعم طبي ونفسي واحيانا تخاذل قانوني من المؤسسات الحقوقية والعاملين بها. وأيضا من خلال عدم الإشارة للانتهاكات التي تحدث برغم وجود الفرصة للقيام بذلك في اطار الحملات الحقوقية القائمة حاليا مثل (الحق في الخصوصية) و (مناهضة التعذيب). تقوم الدولة ومختلف مؤسساتها العامة والخاصة بممارسة أشكال مختلفة من القمع والعنف ضد متنوعي/ات النوع الاجتماعي والميول الجنسية. بدءً من اختراق خصوصية الفرد…
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