The persistence of deep moral disagreements--across cultures as well as within them--has created widespread skepticism about the objectivity of morality. Moral relativism, moral pessimism, and the denigration of ethics in comparison with science are the results. Fieldwork in Familiar Places challenges the misconceptions about morality, culture, and objectivity that support these skepticisms, to show that we can take moral disagreement seriously and yet retain our aspirations for moral objectivity. Michele Moody-Adams critically scrutinizes the anthropological evidence commonly used to support moral relativism. Drawing on extensive knowledge of the relevant anthropological literature, she dismantles the mystical conceptions of culture that underwrite relativism. She demonstrates that cultures are not hermetically sealed from each other, but are rather the product of eclectic mixtures and borrowings rich with contradictions and possibilities for change. The internal complexity of cultures is not only crucial for cultural survival, but will always thwart relativist efforts to confine moral judgments to a single culture. Fieldwork in Familiar Places will forever change the way we think about relativism: anthropologists, psychologists, historians, and philosophers alike will be forced to reconsider many of their theoretical presuppositions. Moody-Adams also challenges the notion that ethics is methodologically deficient because it does not meet standards set by natural science. She contends that ethics is an interpretive enterprise, not a failed naturalistic one: genuine ethical inquiry, including philosophical ethics, is a species of interpretive ethnography. We have reason for moral optimism, Moody-Adams argues. Even the most serious moral disagreements take place against a background of moral agreement, and thus genuine ethical inquiry will be fieldwork in familiar places. Philosophers can contribute to this enterprise, she believes, if they return to a Socratic conception of themselves as members of a rich and complex community of moral inquirers.
Two Faces of a Man! by Michele Davis Two Faces of a Man! is a haunting tale of domestic abuse and the tragedy endured by one woman and how she was brave enough to get herself out. This book will teach the hardest lesson to learn: that the true indication of love is not based on how you generally are treated; instead it is based on how you are treated when one is angry with you. Whatever one does when things are going well is how you should be treated when things are going poorly. The author hopes that the difficulties she’s endured, and the chance to voice them through this work, will be of help to someone else.
A young girl growing up between two households; that of her grandmother and her stepfather. She experiences sexual abuse at one and witnesses domestic abuse at the other. As she becomes a young woman branching out on her own, she searches for a better life. Freeing herself of the sexual abuse and hoping to find love. Her path is filled with heartbreak, betrayal, danger and disappointments.
Bad-Ass Bitches By: Nicole Michele Bad-Ass Bitches is a collection of short stories about ten women who navigate their lives through painful divorces and breakups while struggling to maintain a stable environment for their children. These women are the epitome of strength and goodness - giving their all for the well-being of their families while ignoring their own self-care. Not only do they succeed in overcoming physical abuse, narcissism, and adultery, but they create their own happy endings, all by themselves. These warriors are role models for all women who struggle at the hands of undeserving men. They are bad-ass bitches!
Unbridled is a unique no-holds-barred perspective of life and what comes after. When diagnosed with a terminal illness, a flood of questions enters your mind. For each question, for each thought, there is an infinite number of responses. This book offers a glimpse, a kaleidoscope perspective, at the many ways to approach and interpret each one. It's a collection of poems. It's a story. It's my story, it's your story, and it begins and ends on every page. &nb
Jena had been afraid for over twenty years, afraid of taking chances in life, afraid of believing in herself, afraid of just living comfortable with her own sense of direction. Jena remembered growing up feeling confused about who she was. She grew up in an environment where she was not allowed to ask questions about anything. It had become a regular routine of seeking advice from her mother who lived in an abusive relationship one after another. When Jena was a teenager, she had doubts of being confident in her own person, and when she became involved in a nightmare of a relationship, it was only a matter of time before it would permanently form her life into paralyzing anguish. Jena had found someone who took her on an endless journey of emptiness and physical agony. Why did Jena go from an abusive childhood, to marrying an abusive man who was just as controlling as her mother? Why did she stay involved in an abusive relationship when she lived it the majority of her childhood? Fear had surrounded Jena most of her life this had been her way of thinking and living. It became a question if she could escape the dysfunctional family cycle of abuse and maintain her sanity? There comes a point in life when you get tired of the turmoil tired of feeling paralyzed tired of the depression but longing for serenity tired of being controlled... but seeking freedom tired of feeling worthless but desiring fulfillment Fear makes you feel like you dont exist. Fear steals your dreams, your voice, your purpose, and then your identity. Get free from the bondage of fear & get a hold of Hope!
Have you ever sunk inside yourself to a place of darkness so deep you couldn't see the light? Had no hope? Felt completely alone in a world filled with so many people? I have. I've lived it, breathed it. Why? Because life hated me. It disliked me from the moment of conception, despised me when I was born, loathed me when I bounced from each foster home, and kicked me in the gut when I watched the one thing that meant everything to me leave. For years, I drifted, unable to find my footing, never knowing what the word stable meant. Then a single moment in time rocked me to my core, changing me and making that solid ground I so desperately craved crumble at my feet, causing me to fall farther than I'd ever imagined. The darkness of the swirling tornado that is depression captured me, pulling me down to its depths, drowning me, suffocating me, owning me. A depth so deep, I didn't think I'd survive and didn't care if I did. I only wanted peace. I wanted the pain to disappear. I wanted to be ... free. Needing to fall into the cyclone of darkness was the only way I could find the light. **Mature Content. 18+ only.**
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