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Once something becomes “out of trend”, the remaining clothes get thrown away as companies know that these clothes will no longer sell. All of the time and money spent making these leftover clothes is simply wasted. The other reason that these fast fashion brands are not sustainable is that all of the workers who helped sew and
Fast Fashion vs. Sustainable Fashion
By: Sofia Estrada
What is "Fast Fashion"?
Why is fast fashion not sustainable?
Fast fashion is a phrase used to describe a store or company that mass produces trending clothes at a low cost. Brands like this only sell popular styles and clothes that are “in”. Once the trend fades away, the brand moves on to the next one and throws out/wastes the leftover products. When most people hear the term fast fashion, they think of brands such as Shein, Romwe, H&M, or Forever 21 because their clothes are affordable, but fast fashion simply refers to brands that only sell trendy clothing. Here are some examples of other fast fashion brands: Zara, Urban Outfitters, Fashion Nova, Gap, Misguided, Shein, Romwe, H&M, Forever21, and so many more.
Sustainable fashion can mean two things: buying from brands that create their clothes in a sustainable way, or thrifting Many brands strive to create an eco-friendly environment, and these companies can include Levi’s, Ann Taylor, Patagonia, North Face, H&M Conscious, Ralph Lauren, and Athleta. These brands are all timeless and their clothes never go out of style. Now, I’m sure you ’ ve heard about thrifting before. Some of you may already do it often, while others can’t get themselves to purchase preloved clothes. Personally, I think thrifting is one of the most affordable and fun ways to build your wardrobe. There are many ways to go thrifting; these can include going to a thrift store such as Goodwill or Salvation Army or buying thrifted clothes online. Here are my website/app recommendations for finding the best deals: Mercari, Depop, Offer Up, Vinted, Poshmark, and Instagram. Yes, even Instagram has multiple accounts where people resell thrifted clothing! In fact, I own a reselling account on Instagram as well, and from doing so, I found how sustainable thrifting can be and it is a great source for finding new clothes for a lower price.
What is "Sustainable Fashion"?
produce these clothes are paid a very minimal amount. While it is great for the buyer to be able to purchase cheap clothes, the people producing these clothes are getting paid close to nothing.
While you don’t have to partake in it all of the time, shopping sustainable fashion is better for our environment, society, and our wallets!
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Chapter One:
Thentherewasthesound.Anunsettlingcombinationofclankingmetalandtheshrieksof people.Thecrateslippedandthebodyfell.Ablackmaskedsoldierstoodabovethecorpse, lookingtoseeifanyoftheotherworkerswoulddisobeyhim,sohecouldputthemsixfeetunder theground.Thesoldier,whowasoneofmany,marchedaroundtheoverworkedandunderpaid workers,supervisingtheloadingandunloadingofthetrain.Theirmenacing,smoothmasks shimmeredadeepblackandtheyworeraindrenchedponchoshidingthetacticalgearunder them.
Somepeoplewerefortunateandweresparedbythecrumblingeconomy,othersweren’t solucky.Manyweredrivenoutoftheirhomes,offtheirworlds;forcedtobecomefactory workersperformingmonotonous,laborioustasks,bountyhunterslivinginanunderworldwhere thereisnohonor,andscavengershopingtomakealivingoffthescrapsfromthepoor.Iwas amongthesepeople.
IwashiredbyamannamedCraigwhowasablackmarketsalesmanamongotherthings. Thistrainwastransportingsomeitemshefoundveryvaluable.Valuablelikemyreputationand skills,whichhesoughttoexploitformoney.Isat,lookingovertheloadingbay,formulatinga planforgettingaboardthattrainwithoutbeingpulverizedlikethatpoorworker.
ThesilverfoxdancedalongitstracksandIpatientlywaitedforittostop.Factorieslined theridgeonJeamor-II,anindustrialmoononwhichlongagofactoriesdugintothesoiland turneditintoawastelandofmetalandsmog.Mybinocularspiercedthegapbetweenmyselfand thetrainandIletmyeyeswashoverthelandscape.Oneithersideoftheloadingdocksattwo angry,greycylinders.Likeme,thesedefenseturretssurveyedtheland.Theirmilitarygrade weaponrypowerfulenoughtotakedownstarships.
Acoupleyearsagotherewasawar,anempireofbarbariansthathadbeengrowinglikea tumorinthebackofthegalaxybrokefree.Likeaplague,theirruthlessnaturespreadtoinnocent worlds,destroyingallwhoopposedthem.Theymademanyenemieswhosoughtrevenge,so theseenemiescombinedtheirforcestostopthesemadmen.Theydidsucceedatfirst,butinthe end,theyfailedandbecamethethingtheytriedtodestroy.Thealliancedescendedintochaos, fightingthemselvesinsteadofthebarbarians.
Eventuallythewarendedandthreesuperpowersemerged.Thebarbarianshadtakenthe name The Brutus Legion andhadbecomemorepowerfulthanever; The Free Empire, whohad bandedaroundtheideaofafree,unitedgalaxy;andthe Supreme Republic of Henry,orbetter knownastheSRH,whohadledthemajorityofthewareffortagainstthebarbariansandsaw themselvesasthestrongestempire,seekingthegalaxyforthemselvesandthemselvesonly.The galaxycollapsedaroundthemandfromtheashesofonewaremergedanother,onethatstillrages ontoday
“Alrightguys,”Isaid,“Wecantalkaboutthis,right?”
Ihadnoideawhattheheckwasinthattrainbutgalacticunitsaregalacticunits,andmy windowofopportunitywasclosingveryquickly.Itwasnowornever,thetrainwasloaded,the workersbeingledtoanothertask,andsoon,thesilverfoxwouldbeonitsway SoImademy move.Thepuddlessplashedundermyfeetastheyclinkedagainstthecold,metallicground.It didn’ttakelongbeforetheturretsgotalockonme.Thefirstblastcameinfastandhard, obliteratingthecratesbehindme,andthrustingmeforwardwithashockwave.Igotup,wiped thewateroffmyarmor,andkeptrunning.Thenextblastwasmorepredictable.Icouldhearit chargingup,feelthestrangetinglingsensationastheenergysignaturerose,andIcouldsee wherethegunwaspointing.Idivedquicklyandsuddenly,escapingsitsblastandcontinuedon. Thesmall,pyramidshapedexplosivesonmybeltcouldbeusedtodestroytheturrets,butI neededtogetclose,andthat'swhythesoldierswerethere.Ispedtowardstheplatform,dodging, ducking,andweavingbetweentheunrelentingfirefromtheturrets.SoonIwouldbeinrangeof thesoldiersandtheirfleshpulverizingguns.
Myspear,whichwasclenchedinmyrighthand,hadtwoprongsandwasmyonlywayof takingoutthesesoldiers.Itssilverbladesshimmeredinthegreylightfromthecloudsanditcut anywaterdropletthatfellonitintoathousandlittlepieces.Icouldhearitwhistleinthebreeze whileIran,gettingclosertotheplatformandthesoldiers.Thefirstsoldiercrumbledundermy feetwhenIcamedown.Igrabbedthenextone'sheadwithmymechanicalhandandslammed himtothegroundwithcripplingforce.Ilookedatmysurroundingsforabriefmoment,because Iknewthatwasalltheothersoldierswouldallowbeforetheystartedfiring.Theywerespread outacrosstheloadingbay,aroundtenofthemstoodbetweenmeandtheturretsandtwounder methatwereunconscious.
Myspearfoundahomeinhischest,embeddingitselfintohissoftflesh.Theother soldiersstartedfiringatmeasdidtheturrets.TheloadingbaywasengulfedinfireandchaosasI dashedandrolledaround.Throughthesmoke,Icouldseetheflashesoforangeastheturrets firedandthetranslucentwavesfromthesoldiersastheyfiredblindly Theyturnedfromnineto seventofour Theturrets,thathadnearlydestroyedtheplatformIstoodon,stoppedfiring.They gazeduponmelikespectators.Iwasfacingoffagainstthefourremainingsoldiers.WhenI tossedafallensoldierofftomyleft,thatIhadbeenusingasabodyshield,westartedcircling eachother.Icrackedmyneckandreadiedmyspear.
“Shutup,scavenger!”Oneoftheblackmaskedsoldiersyelledback.
“Now,Iknowwhatthislookslike…”Istartedsayingwhenthefirstshothit.The translucentshockwaverippledthroughtheair.Mychestplateabsorbedmostoftheimpactfrom theshot,whichknockedmedown,butIstillgotup.ThearmorIwaswearingwasmadefroma laserreflectantplatingthatjustsohappenedtobedurableenoughtotaketheforceof shockwaves.Mychestplatevibratedfromtheforceandgraduallystopped.Thesoldierthathad firednowwalkedtowardsmewithhisgunpressedagainsthisshoulder “Ok,Iseehowthisis.”I said.
“Verywell.”Ireplied,suddenlydashingforwardandimpaledhim.Thecirclebrokeand theremainingthreesoldiersdidnothesitatetofireatme.Theshockwaveblastsslammedinto meatfullforceasIcrossedmyarmsandcurledmytorsoup,maximizingmyarmor'scoverage overmyorgansandcharged.Thelittlehornsthatmountedmyhelmetslitthethroatofone soldierandwithmymechanicallefthand,grabbedthethroatofanother.HesquirmedasIstarted tochokehimoutandthentossedhimaside.Ipulledmyspearoffthesoldierthatcalledmea scavengerandwalkedtowardsthefinalone.Hewavedhishandsinfrontofhim,pleadingforhis life,hopingIwouldsparehim.Likethem,Ishowednomercy.Theshowwasoverandinsteadof applause,Iwascongratulatedwithaconcussiveblastcentimetersawayfrommyfoot.Thefloor explodedandIwaslaunchedintothesky,sailingacrosstheplatformandsentrollingontothe ground.
Idon’texactlyknowwhathappened,buttheturretsturnedawayfromme.Didtheythink Iwasdead?Idon’tgodownthateasily.Thenexteventshappenedtooquicklyfortheirsystems tocompute.Thebombssailedthroughtheair,theirpressuresensorsslammingagainstthe turrets,which,secondslater,wereengulfedinflames.ItookadeepbreathasIadmiredmywork andalmostmissedit:thehissofapiston.Thetrainwasonitsway,Iwatcheditsspeedslowly buildandIran,barelymakingitintime.Afewsecondslateranditwouldhavebeenflying downthetrackatlightningspeeds.
Ipulledopenthecoverofthekeypadnexttotheentryhatchontheroofofthetrain.The rainbombardedtraincarnumberfifty-three’skeypad.Ihadnocluewhatthesix-digitcodewas, soIsmashedthepadoffwiththestarshapedendofmyspear,revealingacomplexwiresystem beneath.I’veworkedwithwiresthousandsoftimes,andthiswastherunofthemillkeypad system.Iunpluggedtheblackwireandpluggedinabattery,whichIhadonmybelt.Thesystem wassimple.Therewereredandbluewireswhichfedpowertoacomputermatrix,whichthekey padpluggedinto.Iftheproperkeycodewasentered,thepowerwouldflowintotheblackwire whichinturnwouldturnoffthelockingmechanism.Thissimpleprocesswouldskipoverthe centralcomputer,trickingthesystemtothinkthatthesix-digitcodewasenteredsuccessfully.
ThewindbroughtaninvigoratingfeelingasIclimbedtothetrain'sroof.Isatdownfora minutetotakeinmysurroundingsthatwerezippingpastme.Smokestackstoweredhighabove thefactories,weatherwornmetalshimmeredinthelight.MyheartpoundedinmychestasIlay backtostareatthecloudyskyfilledwithdancingraindrops.Eventuallythetrainwouldmakeit toitsnextstop,soIbettercollectmybountybeforethathappens.
Iwassuccessful,asalways,andthehatchopened.Idroppeddownintothecar Thelack ofrainandwindwasnice,itwasquieterandcolder,muchcolder Thewallswerelinedwith shelvesholdingsilvertubesthatwereroughlyanarmslengthandeight-inchesindiameter.I skimmedmyfingeracrosstheserialnumbers,searchingforthetubelabeledXZ1Q33.Iranmy fingerfurtherdownthewall,passingten,twenty,thirtyidenticaltubes.Myfingerstoppedasit slidovertheserialnumberandIpulleditoutofitsslotbyitshandle.ItwasheavierthanI expected.Iheldthepackageinmyrighthand,andwithmyleft,pulledmyselfthroughthehatch.
“NO!”Hecalledback,buthisvoicequicklywaswhiskedaway. Mybackslammedagainstloadingdockninety-fiveandwassentrollingacrossthecold, metalfloor.Ilaythereforalittle,regainingmybreathandgettingreadytotrytostandup.My backwasfeelingsorefromalltheslammingandInearlycollapsedwhenIstoodup.
Bleat! Bleat! Bleat!
“Hey!Stop!”Iyelledathim.
Iwasreachingmyendgoal.Istoodontheroof,packageinhandanditwouldonlybeamatterof timebeforeIcoulddisembarkthetrainandescape.Iwatchedtheemptyloadingdocksflypast, thewindwhippingacrossthelandscapeandbackagain.Itwasalmostpeacefuldespiteitbeing suchabrutalplace.
“Thepackageismine.”Heturnedandsaid,beforerunningon.Iboltedafterhim, jumpingthegapbetweeneachtraincar Iwasfast,soitwasn'tlongbeforeIwasrightonhis heels.
“Youhaveastrongleft.”IsaidasIstoodupjustasquicklyashedid.“Butmine’s stronger.”Thehydraulicsinmymechanicallefthandhissedastheyextended.Theyblasted throughtheair,rightintothebountyhunterschest,knockinghimacrossthetrainroof.He struggledtogetbackup,pantingforair.Hestoodfacingoffagainstme.Myshinysilverarmor contrastedhisbrickredarmor,whichwasshroudedbyawalnutbrowncloakandhishelmet gazeduponmemenacingly Ipulledmyspearoffitssheathonmybackandraisedhisriflesohis bladewasparalleltomine.
Wechargedtowardseachother,liketwostallions.Therainpoundedaroundusaswe clashed.Weexchangedhits,movingbackandforthatopthetrain.Everystrikewasparried, everypunchwasblocked,everykickwasdodged.Asourbladesskidacrossthetrainroof, sparksflew Wewerestillstanding,staringbackateachother,evenlymatched.Westartedto circleasweflewpastmoreemptyloadingdocks.Theirpurplenumberspaintedonthewalls blurredby.Loadingdockone-eighty-eight,loadingdockone-eighty-nine.Wekeptcirclearound eachother.Loadingdockone-ninety,loadinglockone-ninety-one;therainkeptpounding. Loadingdockone-ninety-two,loadingdockone-ninety-three;Istoodwithmybackfacingthe loadingdocks.Loadingdockone-ninety-four,and…
“Hey,Isaidstop!”Itackledhim.Webothhitthetrainhard.Hescrambledup,grabbed thepackagewithhisrighthand,andtriedtostartrunning.Igrabbedhishand,pullinghimback down.Whenhetriedtogetupweexchangedglances,forabriefmomentwewerehelmetto helmet.IwascertainI’dseenthatdesignbefore.Hetriedtogetupbutcouldn’twithmeholding himdown,sohepunchedmyjaw,knockingmeoverandfreeinghishand.
IletdownmyguardasIsatatopthetrain.Thatwasamistake.Theblasthitmeinthe back,knockingmedownfaceforward.Anotherbountyhunterranby,inonehandheheldalong riflewithablademountedatitstip,andintheotherheheldmypackage.
“Seeya!”IcalledoutasIgrabbedthepackageoffthegroundandfellbackwardsoffthe train.
“Mm,Ijust love itwheneverythinggoesmyway!”Igruntedsarcastically.
“Ahh,whatisthatnoise?”IgroanedasIclutchedmyhead.“Soundslike…analarm?Oh you’rekiddingme!?!”
“Youfiveonthetrain!”Oneofthesoldiersyelledashemotionedhisfingers.“Therest withme”Hecommandedashestartedchasingafterme.
Icouldfeelthesearingheatoftheirlaserboltsrippingthroughtheairpastme.Iknewmy armorcouldtakethehit,butIcouldn’t.Thefirstboltthathitslammedintomybackplate, sendingmerollingontheground.Thewaveofheatspreadacrossmybackmomentarily,and thenitwasgone.Igotupandkeptrunning.Theyseemedtomissalotdespitebeingsuchhighly trainedsoldiers.Icouldseetheditchaheadwheremyshipwashidden,allIhadtodowasget therebeforeIwasgunneddown.Thenextboltcameacrossthetopofmylefthand,which roasteditscircuitry.
Iturnedtowardsthesoldiersandthrewmyselftowardstheditch,blindlyfiringshotsat them.Thenthenextshothit;thesearingboltburnedmyleg,severingthestrapthatheldmy thighplatetomybelt.Iplummetedofftheloadingdock,mybackwasturnedtowardsmyship andIgazedupatthebrightbluelaserswhizzingthroughtheairaboveme.IknewIwouldn’t havemuchtimetogetintomyshipbeforethetroopershadaclearshotdownatme,andeven thoughIcoulddie,Ifeltcalm.AsIbarreledthroughtheair,timeseemedtoslow.Iwatchedthe raindropssplatteracrossmygoggles,thewindwashovermyarmor,theairflowthroughmy breathingfilter Mybackslammedacrossmyweather-wornship.Iquicklygotupandstarted searchingfortheentryhatch.Icouldhearthefootstepsofthesoldiersgettingnearerandnearer,I wasrunningoutoftime.Icrankedthehandleroundandrounduntilitunlocked,thenyankedthe hatchupwardsandstartedcrawlingdowntheladder.
Thethickmetaldoorsslidopenandasquadofwhitearmoredtrooperspouredoutlikeoil intoalamp.TheyopenedfireasIturnedheelandran.Unliketheblackarmoredsoldiersthat supervisedtheworkers,thesesoldiershadwhitearmor Ontheirchestwasengravedthedeep blueemblemoftheSRH.
All available military personnel report to loading dock one-ninety-five. Intruder on the loose. Shoot to kill. All available military personnel report to loading dock one-ninety-five. Intruder on the loose. Shoot to kill.
“Pleasestopfiring!Thispackageisexplosive!”Iyelledbackatthem,whichwasatotal lie.Ihadnoideaifitwasornot.
Myship,TheJuggernaut,wasathree-hundred-and-tenfoothunkofmetal.It'soncesilver colorhadfadedtodarkgreyfromconstantuse.Twentyyearsofflyingreallydoesdosomething.
“Youcantellthattothepeopleintheafterlife!”Oneofthesoldiersyelledback.The brightbluelaserboltscontinuedtoblastpastmeasIran.Theraindancedaroundmeasmyfeet splashedthroughthepuddles.Ipulledalaserpistoloffmybelt,whichIonlyusedindire circumstancessincetheenergycartridgesaresoexpensivenowadays.Iclutcheditinmyright hand,andinmylefthandIcontinuedtoclutchthepackage.Iwasnearingthecorner.
Istrodeacrossthegloomycorridorsofitsinterior,tryingtogettothecockpit.Mybackhurt,my lefthandcouldbarelyfunction,mylegwasroaringwithpainasmyarmordroopedofftothe side.Isatinthecontrolseatandstartedpoweringuptheship.Lightreturnedtothecockpit, everythingwasilluminated,andafamiliarvoicecomfortedme.
Iflippedacoupleswitches andpushedthethrottledown.Theenginesrumbledand groanedastheystartedtoheatup.Thelightsabovemyheadflickeredastheenginesateupthe power.Theshipliftedupfromitshidingspot,revealingitselftothesoldiers.Theyhadstopped firing,therewasnothingtheycoulddonow.IsnickeredattheirfailuretokillmeasIpushedthe throttledownharder,propellingmehigherintotheatmosphere.
“Stillnothing,Mr.Koff.”Hereplied.“Wait…I’mpickingupsomething.But,thatcan’t beright.”
“NowayamIdoingthat,I’vespenttoomuchtimeandeffortgettingthisandIcan’t…I won’tgiveupnow.EspeciallynotwhenCraigispayingmethismuch!”Iyelledbackathim.I waddledbackandforth,staringdownthehole.WhatwasItodo?Ididn’thavemuchtimebefore thistubestartedtomeltmyshipfromtheinside.Timewasrunningout,mymindwasscrambling foranidea.
“Center,identifythepackageandprepareforspacetravel.”IsaidasIremovedmy helmetandlaidbackinmyseat.Itookadeepbreathofrecycled,staleoxygenandlooked throughthesilicaglasswindowoutintothevastexpansesofspace.
“Mr.Koff,”Center’svoicecrackledoutofthespeakersabove,“Ican’tfindthepackage.”
“Itoldyou,Earlisfine,Center.”Isaid.“Yes,Igotthepackagebutitwasnotwithout roadbumps.”C-N-T-R,orCenterforshort,wastheonboardAIinthisship.He’sveryeffective atrunningitwhileI’mgoneaswellasatrustyco-pilotandamasterofanyskillyou’dneed,the all-in-onepackage.
“Wellthat’ssimplynotpossible,Ibroughtitaboardtheship.”Isaid.“Wait,theladderis abovethenuclearreactor Filterouttheuraniumandscanagain.”Iputmyhelmetbackon,and startedwalkingtowardstheladder
“Whatcan’tberight?”Ipickedupthepace.
“DideverythinggoasplannedMr.Koff?”TheonboardAIspokethroughthespeakers abovemyhead.
“Wellthatdefinitelycan’tberight,”IsaidasIapproachedtheladder,“thepackagewould havehadtomeltthroughthefloor…”Istoppedinmytracks.Ilookedatthecold,greyfloor whereIhadleftthepackage.ThesmellofmeltingmetalswarmedmysensesasIswitchedmy helmet’sairfilteron.Itookastepcloserandlookeddownashaftofmeltedmetaltoseeared hottube,bubblingitswaytothenuclearcore.
“Mr Koff,Irecommendjettisoningthepackageintospacetosavetheship.”Centersaid, expectingmyinevitable,negativereaction.
“The…thepackageappearstobeinsidetheoutershieldingofthereactorcore.”Center saidtentatively
Itookadeepbreath,relaxedmyselfforabriefmoment,andproceededinanorderly fashion.“Center,we’regoingtoutilizethenuclearreactor'scoolingsystemtocooldownthis package.I’mgoingtobringthetubedowntothereactorcore.Idon’tcarewhatyouhavetodo, justgetmeachambertocoolthisdownbeforemyshipexplodes.”
“Onit,Mr.Koff.”Centerreplied.ThepipescreakedandhissedasCenterroutedcoolant andopenedvalves.Despitemyairfilter,thesmellofthebubblingmetalgrewstronger,andsoon thepackagewouldmeltitswayintothecoreofthenuclearreactor.Ididn’tcarewhatwould happeninthatcase,butIknewitsureashellwouldn’tbegood.
“Igotthepackage!”IcalledoutasIstoodabovetheshaft.“NowcallCraigAxior!He hassomeexplainingtodo!”
Iglancedatmymetalhand,scanningitupanddown.Thiswasoneofthebestoneson themarket,ithadcostmeafortuneandIprobablyshouldn’tpickuparedhottubewithit,but thecircuitryandknuckleshadbeenfriedsowhat’stheworstthatcouldhappen.Ihadabackup hand,butthecalibrationwouldtaketoolong,andthat'sifthecheapmetalcouldwithstandthe heat.Itookadeepbreathandstretchedmyhanddownthehole.Icouldfeelthesearingheat creeppastmyforearmanduptomyfullyorganicbicep.Theheatwashedoverit,thepain radiatedthroughoutmyarmasIreachedfurtherdown.Myshoulderwasatthemouthofthehole asmyfingersgotagripofthetube.
This sendoff from the Providence crowd did not only motivate the volleyball team before the game, but during it as well. Throughout the entire night, the crowd was loud, cheering, and excited. Providence found themselves fighting from behind for most of the night, but it was no issue for the Pioneers.
The encouragement from the crowd included a great first set, alongside an 11 point comeback in the second set. For the entire night, the student section instilled fight into the Pioneer team to keep fighting. Despite the team losing the game, it was a wonderful display of the pride that the Pioneer Crowd brings.
fall senior night
Behind every exciting sports team, comes an equally exciting crowd and fanbase. The crowd at Providence High School is no different. Last month, on October 13th, Providence High School had their fall Senior Night, where all the fall senior athletes got their final sendoff from the home crowd, a night that included a varsity girls volleyball game to give the team largely consisting of seniors the final home game they deserve.
written by alex swift
Marriage equality, a term often used to support same sex marriage, doesn’t only pertain to that, but could also be used to support marriage as a union of equals. The common defense against marriage equality is that it’s a threat to traditional marriage; however, traditional marriage is commonly (and wrongly) defined only as a union between a man and a woman. Hatred toward marriage equality is usually rooted in religious ideals, mainly coming from the Bible, such as 1 Corinthians 6:9, which explicitly states that “ men who have sex with men…will not inherit the kingdom of God.” However, even that is a mistranslation since that verse originally never stated that homosexuality is a sin; instead, it preached that pedophilia is a sin. The
IS MARRIAGE EQUALITY A THREAT?
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In addition, centuries before, marriage was not a union of two people; instead, it was the ownership of a woman. According to coverture, the law that stated that once married, the “legal existence of [women] is suspended,” a woman loses everything her will, her property, and her
"THE SAME SCRIPTURE THAT SUPPORTS IT UNDERMINES IT."
same scripture that supports the modern-day view of traditional marriage undermines it since it’s written that biblical figures like David and Solomon had multiple wives, which promotes polygamy, a practice most religious people of today strongly look down upon.
recognition as an individual through marriage. She essentially becomes the property and slave of her captor, her husband. So, to reiterate, traditional marriage, in the historical sense, is not the union between a man and a woman, but rather the polygamous enslavement of individuals.
So, why are people so adamant about sticking to this oppressive view of marriage?
Author and activist Rebecca Solnit stated that just like the abolition movement, the desegregation movement, and the women ’ s suffrage movement, “marriage equality is a threat: to inequality.”
Equality within marriage and the guarantee that any person can be married combats the oppression experienced both by women and those in the LGBTQIA+ community. It’s a leap for all of us, a provider of hope for gender equality, racial equality, and all other forms of equality we must attain for true liberation.
To answer the question of whether or not marriage equality is a threat: of course, it’s a threat.
Because they’re afraid to be wrong. The unification of gay couples doesn’t directly hurt any heterosexual married couple, but it attacks pre existing beliefs. Similarly, equality within marriage doesn’t hurt anyone, except, maybe the pride of men who like knowing they can possess another person.
