So when we first started dating more than a decade ago, Sarah and I had to hand out Halloween candy at her boss’s house, and because her boss lived in a very fancy neighborhood, there were a lot of fancy Halloween costumes.
And one kid—maybe eight years old—came dressed as Napoleon. Little dude…
“We are the girls with anxiety disorders, filled appointment books, five-year plans. We take ourselves very, very seriously. We are the peacemakers, the do-gooders, the givers, the savers. We are on time, overly prepared, well read, and witty, intellectually curious, always moving … We pride ourselves on getting as little sleep as possible and thrive on self-deprivation. We drink coffee, a lot of it. We are on birth control, Prozac, and multivitamins … We are relentless, judgmental with ourselves, and forgiving to others. We never want to be as passive-aggressive are our mothers, never want to marry men as uninspired as our fathers … We are the daughters of the feminists who said, “You can be anything,” and we heard, “You have to be everything.”—
Courtney Martin, from Perfect Girls, Starving Daughters (via freetorise)
Nailed it. Nailed it nailed it nailed it in every way.
i haven’t shaved my legs in two months. children cry. women scream. buildings collapse. fires ravage the cities. people are rioting. the government has fallen. this is what the white heterosexual cis-gendered middle aged republican males were trying to warn us about. i should have shaved.