life with f.

oh dear.

living with a very well-educated feminist as a roommate is dangerous.

{tank girl. of course.}

that is it's dangerous for all those peeps trying to keep women down. bam! see what i did there?! yeah. you see.

except for a brief period in high-school (let's say grade 10ish) when i knew that feminism was a thing, but totes didn't know what SORT of thing it was, i have considered myself a feminist for all my adult-nearadult time. most of that time i was a passive feminist. aka. not REALLY much of a feminist at all. like 'yay women yay!'. but not much for content.

then things officially shifted for REALS while at murrieta's on that fateful night when all them men-guests were so disgusting and all them ladies were so drunk-in-their-tiny-dresses-and-falling-over-and-giving-lap-dances-for-charity-and-livingdolls-and-and-and... and i was supposed to work there. through it all. and after too many hours of that something broke in me, and i was crying in the back hallway. and i was officially angry.

now when i say things like 'i'm lucky, statistically, to have never been sexually assaulted...' i don't get sad. i get angry. real real angry. and so on. about so many things.

and with the roommate's help, i am starting to learn the language of feminism. the context. starting. there's so so much to know. but it feels good to have a place to start to understand WHY the anger, and WHY the actions, and, and, and...

anyways. watch out. it's only just the beginning. and. go listen to this!

CBC ideas podcast 'the new revolutionaries' re: the power of women and girls.

and. go look at these things!

emma's blog about having feelings about empowering women. YEAH! yeah.

feministe. blog about stuff.

shakesville. blog about stuff.

tiny. article in the globe and mail. about size. (not alllllllll brilliant, but mostly pretty great.)