I need feminism.
It fucking depresses the shit out of me (I almost wish that were literal) because, really, what can I say?
Stuck on a coding problem? Well, boo hoo, you could be a woman writing the world's most incredible game, getting paid half as much.
Break a leg? Well suck it up, you could be a woman forced to deduct from her maternity leave to recover.
Someone irrationally shoved you for bumping into them? Good luck dealing with that as a woman, wondering which of the 17 men ogling her as she walked past on her way home, one of whom regularly follows her, might attempt to fondle her, or worse.
How the fuck can I be either satisfied OR depressed about my lot in life, when HALF OF THE PLANET'S POPULATION is in a trench that many have been conditioned to accept as the norm? How? I ask you! Seriously, when all one has to do to appreciate one's lot in life is think, "well, I could be a woman" ... that's some seriously fucked up shit.
Let's not go into what I could do about it though. I could speak out - and I'll be labeled as some upstart immigrant jerk who's disrespecting local culture. Not least because I don't know any local language. I could ignore it, and let others sort it out somehow, because anyway we're all going to die.
Not to mention, what do I gain? Almost nothing, because even if the world around me changed, I would always believe myself unworthy. I'm too candid. I don't truly know how to shield myself and so I never get close to anyone or anything. Which is itself ironic, considering my stint in the USA made me realize just how underrated simple human contact is, even disregarding intimacy. What do I do?
Ignorance is bliss.
It fucking depresses the shit out of me (I almost wish that were literal) because, really, what can I say?
Stuck on a coding problem? Well, boo hoo, you could be a woman writing the world's most incredible game, getting paid half as much.
Break a leg? Well suck it up, you could be a woman forced to deduct from her maternity leave to recover.
Someone irrationally shoved you for bumping into them? Good luck dealing with that as a woman, wondering which of the 17 men ogling her as she walked past on her way home, one of whom regularly follows her, might attempt to fondle her, or worse.
How the fuck can I be either satisfied OR depressed about my lot in life, when HALF OF THE PLANET'S POPULATION is in a trench that many have been conditioned to accept as the norm? How? I ask you! Seriously, when all one has to do to appreciate one's lot in life is think, "well, I could be a woman" ... that's some seriously fucked up shit.
Let's not go into what I could do about it though. I could speak out - and I'll be labeled as some upstart immigrant jerk who's disrespecting local culture. Not least because I don't know any local language. I could ignore it, and let others sort it out somehow, because anyway we're all going to die.
Not to mention, what do I gain? Almost nothing, because even if the world around me changed, I would always believe myself unworthy. I'm too candid. I don't truly know how to shield myself and so I never get close to anyone or anything. Which is itself ironic, considering my stint in the USA made me realize just how underrated simple human contact is, even disregarding intimacy. What do I do?
Ignorance is bliss.
