It’s been an impossibly long 4 years. I hardly recognize the person I used to be. I wouldn’t say that now I am bitter and jaded, but it’s been a lot. I envy my first year self and how little she knew about the world, others, and herself. One day maybe I will have her narrative again.
Graduating is weird y’all.
Graduating from college feels like the worst break up I’ve ever had except that I paid $200,000 for it and knew when I signed the paper it would happen so really it’s like I paid to have my heart break
Claremont Colleges: you have so much of me. This is the hardest goodbye.
I think rape culture should have been defined as normalizing rape not just against women. It’s found in our jokes about prison rape and the silence around the rape of men.
Scripps Feminism and Failed Consciousness Raising