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The Michigan Daily — michigandaily.com
4 — Tuesday, January 29, 2019



Thank you for sharing,” the
class would say in robotic
unison.
The
disgruntled

student would then
proceed to sit down
back in the circle
and await the next
brave soul to share
their feelings aloud
with the class.

Yes,
this
was

how
we
spent

every
Wednesday

afternoon
in
my

fourth-grade
classroom.
Sitting

cross-legged on the faded navy
carpet by the windows, we, at
the young age of 10, became
accustomed to bearing ourselves
and our feelings in a way that
many
college
students,
and

beyond, are incapable of. We
would sit and practice this open
form of emotional expression
and receive an automated but
valuable sense of validation from
our peers.

As I eventually graduated

past this judgment-free haven,
I grew to understand that this
candidness about how we feel
is frowned upon. We live in
a society in which emotional
expression is a sign of being
incapable,
or
something

burdensome for those around us.
We are expected to operate under
a guise of happiness and positivity
and feel obligated to apologize
for anything else. Personally, I
have become so accustomed to
following my emotional tangents
with the phrase, “I am so sorry,”
instead of taking the time to
acknowledge how I actually feel.

As
college
students,
this

detrimental
attitude
toward

showing
emotion
has
been

amplified by the hyper-connected,
high-stress
environment
we

find ourselves in. We are always

expected to be prepared and
pleasant and to put our best face
forward. We are expected to

operate as young adults
— assertive, driven and
willing — and failing to
be anything but would
deem us incapable. This
amalgamation of great
pressure and societal
expectation has created
a stigma around being
anything but one who
operates on a solely
positive autopilot.

Has
emotional

expression become synonymous
with
weakness?
Yes.

Wholeheartedly, I would argue
that it has. What if we were to say
that we actually were not okay
when someone asked? Would we
become initially embarrassed
for stepping into taboo territory,
or immediately apologize? What
if crying became something to
be proud of? What if it became
an emotional release instead of
a sign of vulnerability? This is
not something there is a general
cure-all for, as it evidently has
larger
societal
implications.

This fear of being vulnerable
exists in all avenues of my life.

The other night, a friend of

mine broke down with tears
welling in her eyes because of
the pressure she feels regarding
what she wants to do with her
life. Instead of allowing herself
to wallow and then begin the
process of validating her feelings,
she
apologized
to
me,
the

consoler. In class, coincidentally
on the same day, my professor
shared an anecdote about how
a presidential hopeful in the
past faced dismal numbers after
being crucified in the press
for allegedly crying during a
public address on an incredibly
personal subject. This reticence

to show how we feel due to fear
of breaking social norms or
facing societal ridicule has taken
a toll on our collective emotional
wellbeing.

As a new semester takes hold

— accompanied by stressors
and pressures old and familiar
— I bring a personal challenge
to the table. Despite believing
New Year’s resolutions to be
absolutely pointless, I find
now to be the time more than
ever to work toward individual
change. I challenge myself to be
okay with discomfort; to allow
myself to be upset; to show
that maybe I am not always the
passionate, attentive individual
that students at the University
of Michigan are expected to be.
Yes, crying in the UGLi may be
considered taboo, but so what?
Sometimes I do not have the will
to keep everything all zipped
up — waiting to be expressed
in a grand, incredibly private,
outpouring of stale emotion. I
challenge myself to challenge
those around me as well.

I am not going to blatantly

share how I feel to anyone
I meet, but work to become
comfortable with the discomfort
and break the mold that society
sees fit for us. I want to change
the
conversation
around

expressing how we feel, from
something that is considered a
weakness to just something. I
want to change the conversation
from every second thought
being inherently apologetic, to
accepting. I challenge us all to
shift the dialogue surrounding
emotional vulnerability from an
“I’m sorry,” to a “Thank you for
sharing,” as that’s how it should
be.

Thank you for sharing

Samantha Szuhaj can be reached at

szuhajs@umich.edu.

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Widen the scope of sexual education

M

y sophomore year of

high school, a guest

speaker came to talk

to us in our health class. She put a

Hershey’s Kiss on each of our desks

and told us that we could eat it

whenever we wanted: now, later, or

even with lunch! At this juncture, I

opened mine up and popped it right

into my mouth. She then proceeded

to show us a PowerPoint detailing

various STIs and how each of them

could ruin our lives, how having

multiple sexual partners would

increase our risk of contracting

an STI tenfold and how condoms

were not 100 percent guaranteed

to work, so why would we even

be thinking about sex outside

of marriage? Processing all this

information, my classmates and

I packed up our things to head

to our next block. As I put my

notebook back into my bag, she

left us these parting words: “Oh,

and for those of you who didn’t

eat that Hershey’s Kiss just yet:

Doesn’t it feel good to wait?”

Not to be dramatic, but

thinking about that makes me

feel terrible to this day. That

little spiel — the little comment

about
the
Hershey’s
Kiss
I

couldn’t keep myself from eating
— made up the entirety of my

high school sex education. I was

15 at an all-girls Catholic school

who barely interacted with any

boys. I wasn’t “sexually active”

and
was
probably
nowhere

near ready to be, but I still felt

disgusting and guilty for having

eaten that Hershey’s Kiss and

for not waiting. There are a lot

of things that I loved about my

high school, but it was Catholic

and
predominantly
pro-life,

which made it near impossible

to talk about sex, sexuality and

reproductive
rights
without

sparking
great
controversy

among the militantly pro-life

crowd. And in this current time

period, I wish I had received

a little more guidance. I wish

I
could
have
had
guidance

when navigating the world of

contraception. I wish I could

have had an adult to talk to

whom I trusted, someone who

had told me that I didn’t need to

be ashamed of my body and my

choices; someone to hold my hand

and walk me through the process;

someone who could give me an

honest and frank education. I

wish I had someone with me

at Planned Parenthood when I

started crying while trying to

get birth control because I was

overwhelmed and I had no idea

what my options were or what

to do. I am eternally grateful to

the friend who came with me to

Walgreens the morning I had to

purchase Plan B, but I wish I had

a grown-up I trusted to tell me

that what I was doing was OK.

Having such a limited scope

when it comes to sex education

makes it difficult to really parse

out the nuances that come up

when we discuss reproductive

rights. For instance, the guest

speaker did insinuate to us that

Planned Parenthood was lying

to us, that there was no point in

going to them for birth control

or contraceptives because those

were
immoral,
and
besides,

they
provide
abortions.
She

neglected to tell us about the

litany of services provided other

than abortion, even aside from

contraceptives, and how the federal

funding they receive doesn’t even

pay for abortions. She told us life

begins at conception, but there was

no discussion of how a fetus doesn’t

even feel pain until 20 to 26 weeks

into a pregnancy and the complexity

of ethics surrounding personhood.

She cheerfully assumed that we

all had the eventual intention of

becoming wives and mothers,

without
mentioning
that

abortions are statistically safer

than carrying to term, and the

maternal mortality rate in the

U.S. is rising. In retrospect, it

was odd for her to claim moral

authority on behalf of the church

when we could talk about how

women terminating pregnancies

without
moral
condemnation

was incredibly common for a

great deal of human history.

By not providing us with the

information we need to make

crucial
decisions
about
our

bodies — indeed, our health —

the guest speaker my high school

hired to handle our sex education

was essentially telling us she

didn’t trust us. She didn’t trust

us with facts, and she didn’t trust

us to use those facts to make

informed decisions about our

bodies.

As further efforts to restrict

abortion
are
made
by
the

government at the federal, state

and local levels, it becomes clear

the guest speaker is not the only

one with the trust issue, but our

nation as a whole is having trouble

trusting women. It seems as though

reproductive rights are constantly

under attack, and women are

often shamed and judged under

the guise of concern. When we

examine frankly how women’s

behavior is policed, it reveals the

true patriarchal (and oftentimes

racist and classist) nature of

how we view women and their

sexual behavior. If the concern

was about the loss of fertilized

eggs, then why do we not see

more pro-life activists talking

about and investing in attempts

to prevent miscarriages? This

is already an under-discussed

issue, yet about 15-25 percent of

recognized pregnancies end in

miscarriage. When data show

that access to comprehensive sex

education
and
contraceptives

decreases abortion rates, why

does
the
pro-life
movement

insist on abstinence-only sex

education and limiting access

to contraceptives? To me, this

serves to solely to police the

behavior
of
women
and
to

punish them for not adhering

to arbitrary standards of sexual

purity.

Why
is
society
unable

to trust women as rational,

thoughtful, responsible moral

agents,
perfectly
capable
of

weighing the moral decision

of what to do when and while

they’re pregnant? Using abortion

laws and abstinence-only sex

education to police women and

their bodies prevents us from

having open, honest discussions

about the health and well-being

of women and their families.

If we truly want reproductive

justice, we need to shift the

conversations
we’re
having

about
women
and
abortion

from controlling, policing and

judging to fact-based and honest

conversations, and we need to

start with young women.

My
younger
sister
is
a

sophomore in high school now

and she’s probably going to take

a health class very similar to the

one I took. The thought of her

going out into a world where her

reproductive rights are called

into question; where she is so

utterly without a clue that she,

too, starts crying at Planned

Parenthood
because
no
one

ever taught her how to be the

authority on her own body. We

need to trust women to be the

authorities of their own bodies,

but we need to give them the

language, the confidence, the

knowledge and the education

to do so. Speak to young women

candidly
about
their
bodies

and their reproductive choices.

Maybe then we can prevent at

least one more girl from having

a nervous breakdown at Planned

Parenthood and from having

Hershey’s Kisses ruined for her

forever.

Caroline Llanes can be reached at

cmllanes@umich.edu.

CAROLINE LLANES | COLUMN

SAMANTHA SZUHAJ | COLUMN

DANA PIERANGELI | COLUMN

As we march towards equality

W

aking
up
the

morning after the
2016
presidential

election
and

hearing
that

Donald Trump won
was heartbreaking.
I had just started
getting ready for
school
when
my

mom,
whom
I

have
never
seen

up before I leave
except
to
get
a

first day of school
picture,
knocked

on my door. She didn’t even
have to say anything for me
to know what happened. I
walked into the other room
and hugged my younger sister,
then I slowly began physically
and mentally preparing for
school. I was scared. I had
been following the election, I
knew what Trump said about
people of color, the LGBTQ
community and women. I
knew Trump’s lack of respect
and how harmful it could
be with his new position of
authority. I was scared for my
friends, for my country and
for myself.

But
then
a
miracle

happened.
The
day
after

Trump’s
inauguration,

protesters took to the streets
of
Washington
D.C.,
and

an estimated 4 million all
across the U.S. joined in.
Even other countries joined
in the fight: There were 261
marches all over the world
from Antarctica to Zimbabwe.
It
was
likely
the
largest

single-day protest in history.
People from all walks of life,
all races, all ethnicities, all
hometowns and all genders
came together to protest this
man who has done nothing
but belittle and disrespect
the people he is supposed to
serve. People from all over the
world told the new president
this
behavior
would
not

stand and that there would
be pushback against anything
unpresidential.

And push back we did.

Every year since Trump was
elected, the Women’s March
has
paraded
through
the

streets, working to make the
world a better place, even
with Trump trying to make
it worse. Jan. 19, 2019 marked
the third annual Women’s

March. The Women’s March is
not just a women’s issue. With
the
vast
intersectionality

present in such a
large
movement,

it
has
taken
on

broader challenges
and issues plaguing
America. Signs and
protests from the
march covered all
kinds
of
issues,

from LGBTQ and
disability rights to
immigration issues.
While
admittedly

lower in attendance than the
previous two, the fact that it’s
still happening is a triumph in
itself.

The march even withstood

some
of
its
leadership

crumbling. There has been
much debate in recent months
between some of the New
York leaders of the march
over what the main goals

and who the main leaders
are going to be. There have
been disagreements on the
leadership selection. While
Tamika Mallory, a Black gun
control activist and Carmen
Perez,
a
criminal
justice

reform activist, were selected
to
run
the
march,
many

pitched for having Vanessa
Wruble,
a
white
Jewish

woman, front the movement.
Mallory and Perez believe
that women of color should be
fronting the Women’s March
because they have long been in
the shadow of white feminists,
while Wruble wants to work
alongside them because they
all fight for the same cause.
These
disagreements
led

to Wruble splitting off and
creating her own movement
and march called “March
On.” Many were also angered
and considered not marching
when it came out that Mallory
praised
Louis
Farrakhan,

a
well-known
anti-Semitic

leader of the Nation of Islam.
The
organization
issued

statements denouncing anti-
Semitism, but Mallory has
not revoked her support of
Farrakhan.
However,
most

decided
the
movement
is

bigger than Mallory, Wruble
or any discord among their
leaders and came to show
their support for a cause they
believe in either way, leading
to a small but successful
statement.

Some protests are still

scheduled to happen. Ann
Arbor has its own “Women
March On for Justice” on
March 16 from 2 to 4 p.m. in the
Diag. Plenty of protests have
taken place at the University
of Michigan, many of which
involved
women’s
rights.

Like many others all over
the world, Ann Arbor held its
own Women’s March on Jan.
21, 2017, in solidarity with
the march in Washington,
D.C. While the protest in Ann
Arbor this year will not be on
the same day, it will have the
same message: We will stand
together to make this world a
better place.

Despite the demoralization

in
having
a
despicable

president, the past few years
have
led
to
astronomical

gains for women. Hundreds
of women have run for office,
stood
up
against
sexual

assault, registered to vote
and fought injustice. Right
now we have more women in
Congress than ever before —
many of whom are women of
color. The Women’s March is
a physical manifestation of
the changing times. Women
are gaining ground politically
and socially, and however
difficult the road to equality
may be, it will pay off in
the end. Though with split
leadership,
the
cause
has

been more difficult to define,
we all want the same thing
in the end: equality for all. I
hope when the next election’s
results are announced, I will
be proud of who our country
has chosen, and I think the
courage women have shown
through these marches will
get us there.

Dana Pierangeli can be reached at

dmpier@umich.edu.

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DANA

PIERANGELI

The Women’s

March is a physical

manifestation of

the changing times

SAMANTHA

SZUHAJ

And in this current
time, I wish I had
received a little
more guidance

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