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My aunt is a journalist on TV, She conveys messages to millions of people. She's been to Afghanistan and around the world; Providing a voice to those with none. She is successful, intelligent, kind. My grandma and I sit down to watch her show this afternoon-- My grandma wants to know what my aunt is wearing, She tells me "she looks fat" I say nothing. Because we're women. How many people ignored her message about the Syrian refugees? How many people thought about her hair or her body instead?
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Dec 16, 2015
Dec 16, 2015 at 2:21 PM UTC
The Medium Is The Message
My aunt is a journalist on TV, She conveys messages to millions of people. She's been to Afghanistan and around the world; Providing a voice to those with none. She is successful, intelligent, kind. My grandma and I sit down to watch her show this afternoon-- My grandma wants to know what my aunt is wearing, She tells me "she looks fat" I say nothing. Because we're women. How many people ignored her message about the Syrian refugees? How many people thought about her hair or her body instead?
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Dec 16, 2015
Dec 16, 2015 at 2:21 PM UTC
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