when I was studying human rights my life was a depressive ever down deepest low that I have not been able to scramble out of. my advice is to people don’t study it, don’t work it, don’t think about it. the work is deliberately heavy and harder to digest then eating the golden gate bridge. the answer seemed to be that human rights got down to bean counting and guilt recycling that corporates refused to take on. I ended up feeling guilty wanting a job, or home of my own, an identity or anything so long as 50 million Africans got rolls Royce’s to drive in and I sat on my bed full of fleas in sunny Queensland wilting. just don’t even think about human f****** rights. it was the worst move I ever made.
