At the store, a thread. (1/3)
I’m in this very cool store in London the other day and I suppose someone recognizes me, because it soon turns out that the sweater I wanted to buy is about to come for free.
One part of me feels a bit embarrassed. I want to pay with my money.
A second part is drooling in excitement.
A third part knows nothing is free, but the second parts shuts it down swiftly and voilà, five minutes later, my free new sweater is in its little bag, and I am wearing a grateful smile.
Presents (an interlude)(1/2)
I’ve done my very best to get off the grid of influencer gifting. I am quite proud of myself, as snotty and privileged as it s…
Privilege (an interlude inside an interlude)
Here is my theory about talking about privilege:
If you don’t let yourself speak about your privilege (whichever it might be) and if you act like you’re ashamed of it, then you’re condescending to your audience (wether your audience is one person or a million).
But also, if you don’t let yourself speak a…