International Women’s Day
The first week of Women’s History Month (and today, International Women’s Day) has been busy! While I have been busy fighting the patriarchy and trying to elevate the status of women and girls in my own way, I hope everyone is taking the necessary steps to become more aware of the social complexities of the world and the ways in which that affects all people.
“Some people ask: ‘Why the word feminist? Why not just say you are a believer in human rights, or something like that?’ Because that would be dishonest. Feminism is, of course, part of human rights in general — but to choose to use the vague expression human rights is to deny the specific and particular problem of gender. It would be a way of pretending that it was not women who have, for centuries, been excluded. It would be a way of denying that the problem of gender targets women.”
Surprisingly, I don’t do a lot of writing about feminism. But I think apathy is the antithesis of feminism so maybe this has something to do with that.
I pray the world won’t end in apathy.
Apathy is a prettier way to say dust, and if we believe in God, it’s where we’re meant to be all along, and my mother sleeps on the couch with one hand over her eyes so when i wake her she forgets where she was. Maybe she already does.
The intention of sentences is to draw lines between consistencies of thought. I think in threes, in music on repeat, and I have grown old waiting to forget the way my bed looks empty.
I have grown old. Within that sentence there is growth, and my boyfriend told me to write about anything but myself.
Write about war. Write about geopolitical instability. Write about earthquakes and fires and floods. So I write about candle wax and apathy, I write about the spaces between letters and the spaces within them, and he groans and drinks his water, same way he drinks me, same way he does everything. In measured certainty. Painless security.
And I pray the world won’t end in apathy. I pray for chaos, and I pray for entropy. I pray to be holding you when I go.
Gratitude
I’ve not been doing a lot of new writing lately, but I’m grateful that I’m starting to, at least.
Things I’m grateful for:
Pens that match notebook covers
Peripheral vision
Failure —> the ability to grow
Things I’m working on:
Hanging out with my friends more
Not hurting myself
Saying “I love you” less
Though admittedly, I hope I don’t have to do that last one.
Finally: Memes
