Author: mushwanapercy

smart, ambitious, lover of life .

Political Correctness


I often hear people making statements and often paraphrase the term political correctness.Political correctness is principally using terms to largely describe social, political, and educational varieties. The main subject matters that this is used for consist of race, class, gender, and sexual preferences. It prevents feelings from being hurt by making possibly offensive terms sound more appropriate. For some people these boundaries seem unnecessary, while for others it just a natural part of life.

I frequently query how people question the issue of politically correct terms, because, we all know that political correctness is not shutting down the freedom of speech. However, works as the moral compass to highlight language which could hurt the next person, because, of their religion, sexual preferences, gender, class, and etc. Yes political correctness, will not solve or heal the slurs of racism, gender, elitism, and etc, however, it could help with blocking the and limiting the voice of sexist, racist and more bigotry terms, because people will know that cleaning the wounds of the past patriarchal, misogynistic, racist past and current world be difficult unless the law treats those who commit such atrocities heavily .

For example, most sexist, racist and etc often confuse freedom of speech, with hurtful language.Because it seems like these type of people are caught on their utopia of delusions of grandeur at the expense of others. As Kety parry would say in her song (Chained to the rhythm) “Are we crazy ?, Living our lives through a lens, trapped in our white picket fence, like ornaments.So comfortable, we’re living in a bubble, a bubble so comfortable, we cannot see the through”.

Personally, I think that political correctness is not censoring freedom of speech.Political correctness has paved way positively because it has censored people with hurtful language.”Political correctness”. That’s just treating other people with respect.





The Truth About Losing Your Parents In Your 20s.


At no time wanted to write about grief, not here, not as often as I am. But grief doesn’t run to my schedule, it has an agenda of its own and descends at a whim oblivious to my goings on. Having lost my mother at young age, I experienced and still experience the heartache that a majority of people my age have not. My mom’s fight was long and strenuous.

The thing was that I had an excellent relationship with my mother. However, the pain and longing for just one more hug or one last conversation with my mother is what rings so strongly throughout my being. It does not matter the relationship you have to those you lost; if it is a parent, you love them regardless.

My mother was my everything. I never had a better and more reliable friend. Throughout high school, she was the only person I wanted to stay up talking about stupid high school gossip while drinking tea. I appreciated, this time, more than anything and wish I could just have one more day. I faced a lot of issues once she passed. I felt abandoned and that I could trust no one and frankly still struggle with people coming to my space. I spent much of my time alone. I am slowly on track to building myself again as someone much more independent. I am a work in progress, as most 22-year-olds are.

I should be grateful for what I have, but it’s hard sometimes to see past that envy. Family members and those close enough to you try to compensate, but this is by no means even close to being the same (but thanks so much, everyone I appreciate all that you do). The jealousy of all those who have their parents to celebrate the holidays with is unreal; it kills me to see. I cannot wait to be able to have my own family one day, just to have the opportunity to provide for them what I am deprived of now.

My mother shaped my early life though I wish she was there to see me through my transition into the “real world”. I hope she can see who I am becoming and are proud from wherever she is. She shaped me and showed me that not only do I have to care for my children and love them unconditionally (I learned this from my mom more so than anyone) but also that I have to take care of myself because your health is just as important.

The pain of becoming an orphan of sorts (for lack of a better term) does not become any easier. I know there are some heart-wrenching milestones ahead, like graduating college and getting married without my best friend there to help me along the way. The idea of picking out a wedding suit alone shatters my heart. Friends and family will always try to fill the void, but it never will be enough. Make sure to never take the seemingly stupid time your parents and family bonding experiences for granted, because once it expires, that is all you’ll ever want back. Be grateful if you have loving parents who are still with you because, in the end, they are the only ones you’ve really got.

I had thought that when my mother died, it would be like heartbreak. It would be intense and painful and follow me round with every single breath, dragging behind me like a boulder. Losing a mother is like being on a ship that has lost its ballast and is now at the mercy of the deepest ocean and all it holds within. I bob around without a foundation to bring me back to the same balanced spot each time, a spot I just can’t get right. Instead, I spend my time sideways, upside down, right-side up, sinking to the ocean floor and floating back up, taken on the current to places I have never been. I don’t long for my mother to return. I felt that as deaths go, she had a good one, and it is bound to come to us all, bringing her back would just delay the inevitable. What I miss is Just my mother and me in the room.



Thoughts on millennial generation


The millennial generation is known for myriad stereotypes. We are lazy, we are never willing to work hard, and we are all pessimistic and depressed and cynical, and tend to fixate on our desires so much so, that we often become pretentious about them. The only things we care about, from an outside perspective, are our clothes, our coffee, social media followers and our cats. So often the millennial generation is thought of as inherently sad; depressed, even. As a generation, it seems we are all chronically pessimistic. But all evidence of our childhood denounces that fact, and so it only seems to make the situation worse.

As 90s kids, we grew up in one of the wealthiest generations to have ever lived thus far. Our childhoods experienced the vast change in technology, economy, and standards of living. We grew up with color TVs in every room, and forms of entertainment that previous generations had never dreamt of. And it was all readily affordable.As children of the 1990s, we lived in a time of relative peace and prosperity. War was often forgotten in the light of entertainment, and the world seemed overall peaceful as we thrived in the innocence and luxuries of our generation. We were innocent, we were oblivious, and it was bliss.

However, while we have experienced vast peace and prosperity, as a millennial, we have also experienced extreme turmoil. As a child during 9/11, we experienced the dramatically changing tone of our society in response to the huge tragedy, while being entirely unable to do anything about it. We watched, as children, our parents fret and worry, and the paranoia of our country shift to an extreme. We saw the innocence of a country at peace be transformed into a fearful anxiety.

Traveling became a burden, and preparation for the inevitable dominated our thoughts. As children, we were taught to live in a constant state of worry, without ever fully understanding why. We never really had a chance to grow up and find ourselves in the throws of adolescence. Instead, we were jolted into a world of the unknown with the expectation of the past and no knowledge of the present.As we have grown, Millennials have yearned for the return of innocence. We have longed for the times of our childhood to resurface; for the luxuries of our elementary school days to once again dominate our thoughts.

We long to spend summer afternoons with our classmates in the bliss of thoughtless play, and at night to lay next to our friends in a fort of pillows and blankets that we built ourselves and talk about nothing important at all while we watch the time pass us by.We long to stare at the stars and sleep on trampolines of our dreams and run wild through the streets in the middle of the night with no worry about tomorrow. As a millennial, we long for the carefree lifestyles of our childhood because we feel as though they were ripped from us without explanation.

As a now 20-something in society, a millennial is faced with the daunting reality of adulthood without the reconciliation of their adolescence.It seems that our dreams are no longer our own; they are dictated by a society of expectation. As children, we had dreams; passions, desires, and pursuits of who we wanted to be. And monetary stability was never a part of that. Yet today we live, as millennials, in a society of comparison that tends to serve as something to run us dry, rather than push us to be our best. Millennials are stuck with a mindset of childhood that told us that there was nothing wrong with following our dreams while living in a society that tells us to forfeit happiness for stability.

No longer is a high school diploma acceptable in any field of employment. Your dreams are no longer attainable without a degree from an educational institution. College is no longer for those pursuing a career in only the most prestigious fields of professional employment but is expected from everyone hoping to survive in a corporate world.And yet, we have made college unaffordable. As a millennial, we are thrown into a life where college is expected, yet not financially feasible, and we have never had the time or thought to understand why.

We long to explore the world, but only after the stability of our future is in check because that is what we have been told to do. We explore our worlds and our dreams after college, whereas our elders explored after high school. We break the status quo of working straight out of college and are thus deemed lazy and unproductive by the standards of generations before us.From the days of our childhood, we have felt oblivious and helpless to everything around us. Society has continued to change in dramatic ways just before we have had a chance to have a voice about it. We had the biggest and most ground-shaking presidential elections just years before we were able to vote, yet we, as millennials, are the generation that is supposed to live in the world our elders decided for us.

We have spent our lives trying to figure out adulthood, just to have it change before we get there; we have felt forever in the dark. And so we sit and we try to figure out where to go next, all the while trying to understand the loss of our childhoods. We sit and try to figure out the society we live in and understand the methods to the madness while being expected to run the culture that we are now a part of.The world looks to us to fill in the gaps in business and industry and politics that the older generations have left behind, yet we sit here and wonder in the stages of exploration and experimentation that our elders enjoyed, trying to find out who we are.We long to contribute to the society we live in, yet we are forever behind the curve.We live in a world that will forever be expectant. We will always have the older generations to show us what they’ve been through, and we will always have the younger generations to show us where we are going. As millennial, all we can do is chase after our dreams. Because it is only when we are passionate that we can be productive in our work.





SOME me members of society maintain that raising a strong boy means discouraging tears. It is really sad how the society has the way of shaming a man or boy who seems to show emotions to matters which hurt because abstaining of tears is a sign of bravery. It often those cases when one could have shed a  tear and be able to move on with life, however, the spectacle of society state that the heroism of Men is in never crying because crying it is a sign of weakness.The is really this connotation which starts that big  boys do not cry , it seems like  holding back  tears is only to show how brave you are and to be called names such weak, sissy or whatever word which fits which seems to shame boys or men who show emotions to situations which for them it becomes hard to hold back tears. often seems crying it to be un-masculine and something inherently wrong with a guy.

I will discard the idea that men should be forced to internalize their feelings because of their gender and I will forcibly dissociate myself from all branches of societal thought that would prefer the average male citizen to deal with their own inner turmoil, depressive episodes, and even suicide, before discussing their problems and concerns with others. Before I begin my refutation of the idiotic statement big boys don’t cry, I will give a few insightful statistics about male depression and suicide that may allow us to understand the epidemic we are dealing with. Around 800,000 people commit suicide every year (WHO 2016), a large number of which are young males unable to face the pressures of life and who feel that nobody wants to listen to what they have to say.

Males are particularly more prone to death by suicide than female because of the norms of societal norms which state that men do not cry, since it always said that Men are supposed to internalized emotional turmoil than crying because it is the sign of weakness.When are we going as a society see that crying is natural? it is an outward expression of what might be happening from inside? .I often ask myself when will society be ready to see crying as a sign of bravery which is contrary to the norm of bottling our issues.

Grow up, it’s mature thing to do


Our fundamental characters and value systems are fixed during our childhood years.The teenage years are the transitioning years which we move from having no control to having partial control of our lives and complete control during our adult years.Our teenage years underline who we will be most of our lives.There is so much focus and fire when you are a teenager, on how well you are progressing, but most of our adult years we are alone.

How many times do people ask college students or matriculants how is studying going?.But nobody asks how studying going at university or how is work going. And even asked we do not share freely as before, reasons being scared of being looked at as failure according to status norms or society, nor we want to be seen as weak.

Some people reach maturity at the end of their teens, some in their early adult years and others in their late adult years and sadly some never do.Maturity is finding out enough the world and acting accordingly about the broadening your horizons and opening your mind.Maturity is when you do things for the right reasons and considering the consequences of your actions.

Thoughts on the pro-life and pro-choice.

“It is always Men who often know what is right for women and what is actually good for them because Women cannot think for themselves in a patriarchal society”.-Percy

The issue is whether you subscribe to having an abortion or not. The problem is that we are living in the patriarchal world, whereby men feel the right to speak on women’s issues. Furthermore, at the time where women’s issues are discussed, you find the very same many who are misogynistic and sexist having the answers to problems which women are facing.

Furthermore, people want to stop abortion, they should turn to methods that do work. These include comprehensive sex education and safe, affordable contraceptives. Unfortunately, as illogical as it sounds, the people who are most against abortion are also often most against these preventative measures. Most people who are against abortion will never even become pregnant. If a law would never, in any circumstance, apply to a man, a man creating that law is preposterous. It is akin to men creating laws that ban women from voting, owning property, or showing skin in public, such acts actually prove how patriarchy is roughly embedded within our societies.

Laws against abortion do not stop abortion; they simply make it less safe. The number of women who get abortions does not change when it goes from being legal to illegal, or vice versa. The only thing that changes is more women die from unsafe abortion procedures.

In closing I am saying, when you have a moral objection, don’t be of service to regular people who have different opinions and views.