With Love From the Rebel Alliance
"The only way to deal with an unfree world is to be so free that your very existence is an act of rebellion" Camus
Am working on several other projects/still recovering/life is a mess so may have a break in writing longer essays while I submit things and work on bigger projects, but wanted to quickly round up some thoughts I have about things women need to do to support each other: 1) We have got to start talking
I’ve been spending the last year and half now reliving all of my trauma while I try to sort things out. There’s A LOT of rape, you guys. I lost count a long time ago, and in my triggered state, it made it difficult for me to leave the house. I mentioned this to some
I have a confession to make. I love hanging out with dudes way more than women. I’d rather drink beer than wine or mimosas and I’ll never be caught dead in Chanel. I hate shopping. All of these things are things my favorite girlfriends love to do. As the resident shithead in the bunch, I’m
If you’re a vocal woman on the internet, it’s only a matter of time before some bridge dwelling troll decides to take his anger with not getting laid (because he’s gross and we all have standards) on you. When this happens, they will often devolve into rape and death threats. Now, for people who haven’t
I’ve been in activist circles my whole life in some capacity or another, so it continuously frustrates me when we don’t acknowledge the unpaid and often female dominated labor involved in the struggle. We hold up and praise those who have participated in more public ways but not only do we not acknowledge the other
Ah hook up culture, the bane of my millennial existence. I’m still friends with a number of my former students, because some genius thought it was a good idea for me to be teaching kids 5 years younger than me. It was, because I’ve gotten the immediate satisfaction of watching them become incredibly cool adults.
“That sounds an awful lot like rape and if I ever see him in person, I’ll kill him.” It is a question that has long haunted me, why did my member of MENSA uber feminist mom stay with a man who beat her and then a man who hurt us and was an awful drunk.
I had just gotten back from China, when I found myself on a party bus with a guy I was seeing on my way to a formal when he said to me “I just feel like I really want to have sex with a Japanese girl.” Facepalm. I had a conniption fit. And in response
I’d like to talk about two of my favorite Stanford men. Both of them are STEM majors (one is working at a start-up and the other is in his PhD program at MIT). These two individuals are two of the smartest people I have ever met in my life. Not only are they capable and
