#FeministFriends

Sometimes class conversation is way too applicable to my life. 

My professor in discussion of socialist feminism perspective: 
"If you see the world the way that it is and reject it because it’s oppressive, your consequence is loneliness and vulnerability… and that’s a tough way to live."

Trust me, I know. Reference my previous blog.  Thankfully my professor then pointed to the readings for our class that day...

And the solution? Alison Jaggar: "...feminists need communities that provide supportive criticism and critical support as they struggle with the contradictions of their daily lives" 

Really I wanted to thank people in my life for
- letting me cry when I think the problem's of the world are too big for me to handle. 
- distracting me when I start getting overwhelmed
- supporting my feminist crusades
- tell me that I will be able to make a difference
- Love me and remind me I'm not crazy

I'm not strong enough to be this sensitive

And I'm getting in the way of myself.

I get annoyed when my roommates don't do their dishes, but I'm hoarding at least 7 cups in my bedroom.
I lecture guys in the bar about telling rape jokes, but still let them by me a drink.
I stress the importance of being an active citizen, but only accept liberal point of views.
I bitch about capitalism on Twitter... via my iphone.
I say I have strict standards when it comes to relationships, but always end up with someone who believes my complete opposite.
I tell women to deny patriarchal expectations of beauty, but still wear make-up.
I've always wanted to fall in love with my best friend, but ran hard and fast when I actually did.
I believe that it is important to get involved on campus, but scoff at anyone joining Greek life.
I said "it's ok we can hook-up and just be friends" but expected him to want to be with me next week.
I should be grateful to have a job, but I complain every time I have to wake up early to work.
I want nothing more than to help the homeless, but was too afraid to approach a homeless man to give him money.
I claim to be too independent for a relationships, but really I'm too scared to be vulnerable.
I hate how we don't value our education, but skip class or the readings out of my $70 book.
I want to have a clever costume for Halloween, but I'll probably just try to be hot and show my boobs for attention.
I hate when people just believe what their parents believe... unless their parents agree with mine of course. 
I tell my friends they don't need to go home with a guy to label their night successful, but I'm an embarrassing late night drunk texter.



Everyday I feel nothing less than adequate to be the person I want to be, I constantly feel just like a puppet of society & it tears me apart.  I am nothing more than everything I hate about this world. I also can't keep calling my mom every other night crying because of all the things I can't change about myself and about the world. But I also can't help but feeling things so intensely.

I'm not strong enough to be this sensitive.
I can't change how sensitive I am, but I'm learning how to be stronger.
I need to change myself before I can change the world.
I also probably need to stop crying so much.