I’m a feminist. Wait. Don’t leave. Everyone chill. Did I lose some of you? It’s so classic that the word created to encompass equality among gender got warped and twisted into something negative. Like we couldn’t even get a word to ourselves before it got misconstrued. The lifespan of “feminism” is a painfully ironic representation of the lifespan of gender inequality. How did it somehow become our job as women to defend the word before defending ourselves? That’s like if someone was unresponsive and in need of CPR and before the lifeguard began they had to defend the science and history behind the origins of CPR. Like imagine the lifeguard hunched over the victim in CPR position and before beginning goes “CPR stands for cardiopulmonary resuscitation and began in the 1500s. It is a combination of chest compressions and mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. This practice has been widely studied for decades and is proven to help you in your current state. I strongly believe in its effectiveness and support its use in this context, while others may see a more fit response, this is the one I am choosing.” Yeah, your victim died. Actually he died 7 minutes ago but you were too busy defending the origins of CPR that the point was completely lost. You’re fired and probably going to jail. Yikes.

who’s in charge here?

Yesterday I opened my apartment door to a construction zone. The entire hallway was covered in plastic, the floor lined with paper, and it reeked of fresh paint. It’s 9am by the way. No yeah, a fresh paint job is absolutely vital right now. Good call.

Later that day, I received a knock on my apartment door. I quickly got up from the couch, set my pepper-jack cheese stick on the coffee table, and opened the door. I was greeted by an older man, pants sagging, holding a paint brush “I gotta get ur frame” he goes. What’s up? He proceeds to leave my door open while he painted the inside of my door frame. Thank god that’s done. It was really hanging over me.

When he’s done, he closes the door and when I open it 20 minutes later, I am centimeters away from a plastic sheet he had suspended over my entire doorway. Genius. All good though I just opened my window, activated my wings, and flew to class. Any mortal would’ve been fucked though.

  • "You're ridiculously fucking strange"

    My Boyfriend

  • "not to turn you on in class but...i just ate tuna"

    Random College Student

  • "an entire tour is gathered around my table right now...like im in the circle"

    Random College Student

  • "im reading an article in class called 'dude you're a f*G'"

    Random Future Educator

whats happening

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i’m currently sitting on the steps of the main library on campus. it’s a beautiful day and the vibes are incredible. I feel lucky to be able to study in a place like this. I hope you’re doing well and everything feels manageable. it’s crazy how quickly things go from slow to fast in a day. ride the slow and dont fear the fast. i was talking with my boyfriend (flex) on the phone yesterday about how anxiety is simply a fear of the future. hard pill to swallow when you begin to think about how you’ve spent your time worrying about things that haven’t yet occurred and might never will.

so did i fix all your problems? sadly, it’s not that easy. just because you’re told something doesn’t mean you’ll internalize it. but one day, it will hit you and you will feel a weight lifted off your shoulders. You can’t predict when this moment will come, it just will. maybe its a certain line in your show or maybe its a brand’s cheesy slogan, whatever it is and whatever form it comes in, when it hits you you’ll know. if you have no idea what im talking about you’re probably in the majority as i too am also losing myself. but fuck it. im keeping this in in the hopes that something my hit you. that’d be pretty sick.

be happy and breathe.