Image description: pale pink flowers on a white background. The flowers are of the many-but-tiny kind, shaped like small trees. Mum and Maria are sitting on the veranda. Maria is in the shade of the parasol. On the table between them is a notebook with lots of scribbles. Mum: What are you writing? Maria: A blog post, I think. Mum: About what? Maria (quoting): “Are we trying to not be human?” Mum (laughs): Pixie cuts or humanity, there’s no middle ground with you, is there? Maria: … no. I keep seeing more and more ways our society wants to avoid the fact that we’re human beings. That we live in human bodies. It has a tinge of desperation to it. Sometimes it gets harmful and dangerous, like a weird version of dehumanizing someone: oh, we’re not like them, they’re uncivilized and animalistic and basic, while we are modern humans who are above all that. Other times it’s almost funny, the lengths we’ll go to in our denial.