Toilet Needs a New Home, Huffington Post, August 11, 2015
Our Illusion of Connectivity, Huffington Post, January 23, 2015
Generational Differences, Huffington Post, April 22, 2014
A Possible Cure for Insomnia, Huffington Post, September 19, 2013
Tenuous Connection, Huffington Post, September 3, 2013
Confessions of a Fraudulent Cancer Patient, Huffington Post, June 3, 2013
It’s About Winning, Huffington Post, April 22, 2013
Safety is a Straw Man, Huffington Post, December 17, 2012
These Breasts Were Made for Feeding, Huffington Post, May 14, 2012
Mexico: The House the US has Set on Fire, Huffington Post, January 22, 2011
Mexico: The House the US has Set on Fire, OpEd News, January 18, 2011
Avatar: Not Best Picture, Huffington Post, April 3, 2010
Torture is Treason, Huffington Post, April 21, 2009
There are more. I just don’t have any desire to post them. So many were written while out stumping for Empire in the guise of the Democratic party. Now I find my naivete and tone embarrassing. The underlying messages were often well intentioned, but the Eww factor still makes me cringe and so the titles are not here.
“A Step Towards True Equality in the Workplace: Requiring Employer Accommodation of Breastfeeding Women,” 17 Wisconsin Women’s Law Journal 259 (Fall 2002).
“State Employers are not Sovereign: By Analogy, Transfer the Market Participant Exception to the Dormant Commerce Clause to States as Employers,” 79 Chicago-Kent Law Review 725 (2004).
“A Dubious Designation: How one Simple Label Legitimizes Human Rights Abuse,” 14 International Legal Perspectives 16 (2005).
I’ve written other online essays, but most of them came before I realized just how rigged for this imperialist empire everything is, and now I find them frankly somewhat embarrassing. I was taking sides as part of the empire and making my case. I guess I should be grateful to Mr. Obama for slashing those beliefs. I bought the marketing behind the “Hope” campaign. I cheered in the streets one cold November night in 2008. I really thought there would be change. What a laugh. The saddest part is watching my friends continue to participate in the charade, ignoring what is right in front of them rather than admit how enmeshed in imperialism we all are. If a reader happens to stumble upon this blog and reads old posts from those days, it’s likely they will find me to be a good progressive, out there doing the dirty work for the empire, oblivious. There are also old Huffington Post essays that can be accessed here. Just please realize, my views have changed.