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"My response to the “I am not a feminist” internet phenomenon….

First of all, it’s clear you don’t know what feminism is. But I’m not going to explain it to you. You can google it. To quote an old friend, “I’m not the feminist babysitter.”

But here is what I think you should know.

You’re insulting every woman who was forcibly restrained in a jail cell with a feeding tube down her throat for your right to vote, less than 100 years ago.

You’re degrading every woman who has accessed a rape crisis center, which wouldn’t exist without the feminist movement.

You’re undermining every woman who fought to make marital rape a crime (it was legal until 1993).

You’re spitting on the legacy of every woman who fought for women to be allowed to own property (1848). For the abolition of slavery and the rise of the labor union. For the right to divorce. For women to be allowed to have access to birth control (Comstock laws). For middle and upper class women to be allowed to work outside the home (poor women have always worked outside the home). To make domestic violence a crime in the US (It is very much legal in many parts of the world). To make workplace sexual harassment a crime.

In short, you know not what you speak of. You reap the rewards of these women’s sacrifices every day of your life. When you grin with your cutsey sign about how you’re not a feminist, you ignorantly spit on the sacred struggle of the past 200 years. You bite the hand that has fed you freedom, safety, and a voice.

In short, kiss my ass, you ignorant little jerks.”

Libby Anne (via newwavenova)

(Source: dumbledoresarmy-againstbigotry)

So, I don’t know why my body seems to think that 4 1/2 hours of sleep is ok. I worked hard all day, I’m hydrated, I took Benedryl to help me sleep, and yet here we are!

So, story time! I’ve always been painfully unable to tell when people are flirting with me. I can see almost everything else but if you’re sending me those signals, I am not likely to get them. I’m even worse with missing out on opportunities with guys because I rationalize things to myself until it’s too late. Back in college, there was this guy who I would see on a weekly basis and he was so cute. He always came into the room with his iced chai and had such a sweetness about him. He was a shy guy with little to say but when he did talk, it was usually a profound comment. I remember thinking, “if there is any guy that I’m intrigued by and want to be around, it’s him.” So weeks went by and I tried to sit at least in his general area and we had a few conversations here and there. Someone said there was potential there, he must have been interested in me, and I needed to just ask him out. Well, after two weeks of excusing it away, I went to the meeting and thought “no matter what, I am totally asking this guy on a date.” And, he wasn’t there that night. So, I had to wait. But, he didn’t show up the next week, or the next, or the next. I realized I had missed my chance and talked to people about trying to connect with him on Facebook or something. And,of course, he didn’t have one. I don’t know why but he’s all I can think about right now. This guy I had a few conversations with; this guy smile just radiated happiness; this guy who was so captivating. A quick blip in my life and that’s it. It’s been a year and a half and I wonder what he’s up to now.


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