I feel like such a jaded bitch for saying this but I need to vent...
I think Thanksgiving is my least favorite holiday of the season. All I can think about it colonialism and white people being assholes. I don’t enjoy most of the food. No one is interested in doing different things food wise… colonial white people food is disgusting and boring and what is with the desire to feel uncomfortable and bloated after gorging all day? I love my family but I miss my fucking friends so much. I miss the last 6 years NOT spent at home running around to visit and appease every relative and eating the traditional dishes and only reflecting on what we’re thankful for one day a year.
So, yeah. I know you’re tired of hearing about rape culture. But I’m tired of my friends getting raped.
I know you’re tired of hearing about abortion. I am too. So stop trying to tell me what to do with my uterus, and I promise you won’t hear another word from me about it.
I know men and women are different from each other. I’m just tired of that fact being used to excuse the inexcusable.
I know you’re tired of hearing about income inequality. But fuck you, pay us.
This is how it works. We get mad, we fight, we get tired, we get mad, we start again. Rinse, repeat. Feminism isn’t without its flaws, and it doesn’t seem able to speak with one voice or crystallize answers on the darker, stickier aspects of human nature and sexuality. But if I may get Rumsfeldian for a minute, this is the army we have. The fight comes to us whether we seek it or not, whether we want it or not, and whether we are ready or not.