Why anyone be so stupid and careless to do that?
Hey everyone. Time to share with you some of the headlines that I’ve curated at work recently. You might have heard or read about some of them. Have a great weekend!
- How the sharing economy is exploiting young workers
- Brands with a conscience
- To slut-shame a fifth-grader
- The largest health insurance company in the U.S. has just been created
- Five Movies That Will Help You See The World Differently
No one could blame Amaranth Yadav for not remembering his wedding day. After all, he was just 7 years old and still half asleep.
What he won’t forget are the years that followed—the anger he felt because his wife, who was also a child, was never allowed to go to school. He resented how fast he had to grow up and all the pressure placed on him to succeed. And most of all he resented being forced into a life he didn’t choose.
But as the groom, at least Amaranth got to go to school and get a college degree. Today, at 27, he’s using his education to fight against child marriage by working with CARE’s Tipping Point—a project addressing child marriage through advocacy—and he now lives with his wife and kids in Nepal.
Amaranth was relatively fortunate. The brides don’t usually fare as well. Consider:
- Almost 39,000 girls become child brides every day
- 1 in 9 girls is forced into marriage before she’s 15
- 142 million children will be married by 2020
Girls married before their 18th birthday don’t often complete their secondary education, let alone college. And they’re at a higher risk of being physically abused, contracting HIV, and dying while pregnant or giving birth.
But Amaranth is using his experience to help turn the tide. He’s teaching his neighbors how dangerous child marriage can be—for the boy and girl—and showing them sustainable alternatives to the practice. He’s even teaching his wife to read.
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Being reading up on some narcissism, in an enlightening book titled Why is it always about you? by Sandy Hotchkiss (which I found used at a bookstore in Panajachel, Sololá). The healing has begun, friends:
“The tendency is to recreate the dramas of our earlier life in an effort to write new endings, but if we approach these reparative relationships without awareness or a firm grasp on reality, and with an inability to set limits, we are unlikely to have the same outcomes as before.
If, on the other hand, we understand our vulnerabilities, see clearly through the illusions of our desires and the distortions of our fears, and find the courage to protect ourselves from those who would use us without regard for our separateness, we can change the course of our own lives. Choosing healthy friends and lovers is a very good place to begin”
Serenated in the arms of sleep.
Roll out the disinfectant wipes of peace.
We’ve all seen them. There could be one next to you right now on the treadmill holding on for dear life and hiking up a level 15 incline. You may have spotted one inquisitively eying a BOSU ball, wondering what manner of cruel and unusual punishment a semi-circle could possibly deliver. They’re the Resolutioners who have taken your gym by storm this January to get started on their weight loss and fitness goals, and they haven’t received the warmest of welcomes.
I used to be a Resolutioner. In fact, I can say with confidence that “losing weight” or “eating better” was probably my staple resolution from the year 2003 through 2011. When it comes to my New Year’s resolutions, it was probably only surpassed in frequency by “This year I’m going to have a boyfriend,” or “This year I’m committing to not being so quiet and weird.”
I never stuck to it. I’d show up to the…
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