“Are swastikas in playgrounds the new normal?” tweeted a New York City Councilman.
Two months ago, journalist Suzannah Weiss went viral with a tweet about how it took 11 months and 17 doctors to diagnosis her chronic condition. Tennis champion Serena Williams saved her own life by recognizing her blood clot symptoms shortly after giving birth, insisting that doctors and nurses perform additional tests. Lena Dunam had her uterus and an ovary removed after years of misdiagnosis that exacerbated her debilitating symptoms.
With the rise of #MeToo, our nation and institutions are at long last doing some of the difficult work of recognizing — and responding to — how deeply pervasive sexual violence and harassment are. But what we need to do is recognize some of the physical and social impacts of this issue.
As my dad tells it, my birth coincided with the birth of his identity. A little less than 23 years ago I made him a father, yes, but I also gave him a unique piece of identity that has in some ways been more defining in our father-daughter relationship. My father grew up in northern California during the 1970s, born to two Cal-Berkeley parents who were just shy of making the baby-boomer cutoff; liberals who were a little too old for Woodstock, but not too old to smoke pot. When my dad wanted to channel John Wayne on Halloween, he was forced to carry a sign on his trick or treat bag that touted “I’m a cowboy without a gun, I’m just a peaceful one.”