I’m not sure if that makes me a “bad feminist” in the same way that wanting a perfect body made Fleabag a “bad feminist,” but I wish I had known more about RBG when I was younger
Fergie and the goldfish, thankfully, seemed unaffected.
Does it matter that this particular person voting for a corrupt, anti-democratic, avowedly racist and misogynist leader is also a “prayer warrior” and a “champion of the faith”?
Too many fluffernutters will make you queasy.
I think I had a couple of good English teachers early on, and I liked reading books, so I decided I must be an English person, and there you have it.
Today is the first day of autumn, and instead of dreading it, I’m going to try my best to stay hopeful.
One would think rights bequeathed by the Omnipotent Ruler of the Universe would be impervious to puny, mortal attack.
But like a towering stack of nachos, hope and excitement can only be piled so high before everything comes tumbling down.
I hope that, along with her name, I will always carry some reflection of her in me.
I’m not convinced that looter’s increased presence in my life is the result of a newly expanded horizon of awareness.