The definition of abuse has been somewhat of a controversial topic for as long as it's been discussed. Probably because there are a lot of definitions for a term that is incredibly broad, as there isn’t one way in which someone can be abused in a family, relationship, or otherwise.
Recently, in a movement started by Zahira Kelly on Twitter, women are taking a new stance on the idea of abuse, and beginning to share their stories regarding abuse that is more than being hit, rather, examining the damage caused by emotional and mental abuse.
If you’ve been in an emotionally abusive relationship, you know the exact feeling that the tweets with the hashtag #MaybeHeDoesntHitYou are talking about.
Finstas. A slang term used to describe a “fake instagram” account, also known as a “spam account”. About a year ago, I would not have been able to understand the benefits of a finsta (after all, isn’t it just that much more work?), but now I see the appeal. These accounts are secondary profiles used to post emotional, controversial, or humorous content that would not conventionally fit someone’s public image. They are curated to a smaller circle of friends. Creating finstas is a trend that started a few years ago, popularized by various insta-celebrities, and now readily consumed by the teenage public. A passing fad such as this may seem insignificant in the long run, such as the Poke Wars on Facebook, but I have reason to believe that spam accounts are much more interesting.
If you’ve been anywhere near the Orlando International Airport lately, you may have noticed the major construction going on around one of the world’s most popular airports, soaring in as the fourteenth most popular airport in the United States (Orlando International Airport-Press).
The Orlando International Airport (MCO), is in fact, expanding. As Orlando continues to become one of the biggest global travel destinations, the current state of the seventy-four year old airport is not enough to keep up with the rise in traffic to The City Beautiful in recent years.
A video made by Jonathan Kirsch, one of our editors at The Millennial Times, discussing climate change. This video was made in preparation for the People's Climate March on April 29, 2017.
As soon as I woke up that morning, I saw the headline, and I knew it to be true. This wasn’t fake news; this was cold, hard reality. Why is the news always so dramatic? To sell papers and advertising space, obviously, but there’s something insidious about it that makes the anxiety addictive. It’s like a drug feeding off our worst fears, seducing us with terror to light up the primitive parts of our brain. The news on this morning amped the anxiety up to 11: “Antarctic Melting Now Unstoppable.” You can’t really get much more dramatic than that [but refer to this article’s headline for an honest attempt].
Flash forward a few years, and another headline made the rounds that I also knew to be true: climate change can cause extreme mental health issues in people, particularly increasing the incidence of depression, PTSD, and suicide. Yeah, I can relate. Climate change stresses me out.
A come-from-behind win never fails to excite. Against impossible odds, the juggernaut holding his enemy by the throat, a thrill always sends goosebumps down your body to watch the underdogs attain their hard-fought victory.
So it was when the New England Patriots conquered the Atlanta Falcons in perhaps the greatest come-from-behind win in Super Bowl history. In a stunning reversal, the Patriots -- now the winningest team in NFL history -- launched a counter-offense that the game of football will remember for all time, at least until the next greatest proves themselves on the field.
Donald John Trump is the 45th President of the United States of America.
I won’t waste words here. The election of this man was a surprise to me, if only for the fact that I never thought anyone who had participated in a WWE Smackdown would hold government office, besides Jesse Ventura.
His campaign seemed like a maelstrom of biblical proportions to me- a whirling mass of chaos held together only by energy and slogans that fit well on trucker hats.
But, turns out, in the end, what I thought wasn’t worth a damn, now was it?
And now the world waits to see what will become of a Trump presidency.
I’ve never participated in a march or a protest before. Being from Florida with strict Bengali Muslim parents, I was never allowed to. I begged my mother to let me go to the People’s Climate March in New York a few years back, but with school and it being so far away, it just wasn’t possible. So, when I first heard of the gathering taking place on Boston Common on January 21, 2017 as a sister movement to the DC Women’s March, I jumped at the opportunity. I didn’t really think it would be big, though. No one did. But come the day of the march, I found myself in the middle of 125,000+ people. People made up of every single skin color and all different religions or none at all and from all the different communities. I was surrounded on all sides by people who were passionate about their rights and others’ rights.
My New Year’s Resolution was to promise myself that I wasn’t going to try and destroy myself everyday. I wasn’t going to wake up and want to be dead, feel like I’m drowning in a pool I will never be able to swim in, and create a dark storm cloud over my head when in actuality one didn’t even exist.
I’d always struggled with things like that; trying to get my brain to let go of everything that hurt me instead of letting it build up until you wanted to fall apart. I never spoke about feeling hurt, only letting the sadness wallow in my eyes or burn in the back of my throat, never talking back, rather getting quiet instead.
There is no better time than adolescence to love and be loved,
when we can stay safe in the cocoon of our mothers’ arms,
Fathers watching over, daring anyone to step close.
They have struck signs in our hearts;
To others: “Fear the wrath of my keepers.”
To me, their sweet child, “Fear the wrath of the fire.”