We are strange / and unbelonging.
In the Discourse: bathing suits and boundaries; manipulation and meaning.
In the FT: a starchitect, falling. A hedge fund manager, flailing.
Another round of referenda on men and power and men in power, and the myths that surround them. Round and around and around and around we go. Why this keeps happening, everybody knows.
The rewards of deference. The expectation of silence. The punishment of the truth.
“Believe women” is but a slogan when what we really believe in is the status quo.
Attribution
But in the garden of my good days, no body is wrong. Here every
flower grows ragged and sideways and always
beautiful. We bloom with the outcasts,
our soon-to-be sunlit, we dreamers. We are strange
and unbelonging. Yes.
— from The Ragged and the Beautiful by Safiya Sinclair