I probably make a post about my dad every year at this time; it’s a really hard week to deal with and even though it’s been four years now, it still aches.

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Carrie Bradshaw moment: do we condemn women who get plastic surgery for upholding societal expectations for what women’s bodies should be, or do we go straight to the source for making those expectations in the first place? Do we condemn the surgeons, who sometimes do life-saving or life-changing work when sometimes that work crosses our own moralist standards? Do I choose Lee denim over Levis?

This is not actually a post about any of that.

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The only things apparently incapable of making me relive past traumas right now are, I guess, hockey and the Food Network. I can say, well I just won’t go on social media, or watch certain television shows for until as long as I stop spacing out, returning to these moments, but then I go to the bathroom on my campus and there is a flyer on the door telling me statistics of rape in colleges during August through October. The flyer says, on the left column, “Remember! Get consent every time!” like this is not a given–because apparently it is not.

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