"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.”
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The Newton County animal shelter in Indiana is going to be shut down.
Why is this such a big deal? Because It’s a no kill shelter.
Newton County does not want to fund a no kill shelter anymore.
The dogs in there have until August 1st, until they are killed.
So people need to adopt them, or help fund it, and get it to $3000.
This is honestly so important. Please share and help fund it if possible!
They raised the goal to $5,000. Please help fund it if possible!
This is the bed where we fell in love.
(Some may say it was New York, but that was messy and made me sad for too long.)
This is where we slept before we slept together.
This is where we made music and art before we made love.
This is where girls and guys could be just friends.
This is where we ate fast food and watched horror movies (even though I hated that.)
This is where we kissed when we shouldn’t have.
This is where I held you at two AM, when you sobbed and begged me not to leave.
This is where I sobbed, too, and told you I had to, but I wasn’t really going anywhere.
This is where we talked until the sun came up.
This is where I drew branches on your arm.
This is where I ran to at 6 AM when I wasn’t sure what was going to happen.
This is where we tried to not let this happen. (That lasted a total of eight hours.)
This is where I called “home” when home became an idea and not a place.
This is where we took obnoxious pictures and sent them to everyone in our phone contacts. (This is why everyone hates us, probably.)
This is where I told you I was (20%) sure this wasn’t what it was before.
This is where I was sad about her and you rolled over at me until I started crying because you don’t know how to be mad at me.
This is where we stared into each other’s eyes for at least an hour and didn’t say a word. (It was the most comforting feeling I can recall.)
This is where you told me you were (85%) in love with me. (You later told me it was 100%, but I started the percentages, I guess.)
This is where we decided we were in love with each other.
This is where you loved me for the first time.
This is where you loved me a lot more times.
This is where we started hi-fiving after because we’re best friends first.
This is where you read me your favorite books.
This is where we slept, with the sheet that didn’t always fit, then the fuzzy sheet, and sometimes no sheet at all.
This is where I decided that I don’t care if “they saw this coming three years ago” because we didn’t see it coming three years ago and we don’t owe anyone a fucking explanation.
This is where I think I really saw you for the first time.
This is where I decided I never wanted to be without you.
This is where you told me I never had to.
This is where I fell in love with my best friend.
This is not where we will continue to love.
My bed in Philadelphia is now our bed in Philadelphia.
We will fall asleep/wake up in a bed that is not this one, but I will continue to love you just as much.
That is beautiful. But of course you know that already.
Please tell me I’m cute in excruciating detail