I'm going to forget to update this so I'm going to try and make it as ambiguous as possible.
Hi. My name is Erica. I tend to get very excited about fictional characters. I also have an uncomfortable amount of hair.
"why do you want to take a picture of that store" - my mom
THREE DAY WEEKENDS
y’all swear you’re feminists but as soon as you hear a rumor about taylor swift with a male you rant about her inability to “keep her legs closed” as you sit in your pajamas that you’ve been wearing for 4 days straight
but i guess that’s none of my business
"Your dress is too short."
Thanks, the designer used your dick for inspiration.
no one cares if you don’t like short hair on girls shut the fuck up
The year is 2014. You are a white Western woman. You wake up in the morning in a comfortably sized house or flat. You have a full or part-time job that enables you to pay your rent or mortgage. You have been to school and maybe even college or university as well. You can read and write and count. You own a car or have a driver’s licence. You have enough money in your own bank account to feed and clothe yourself. You have access to the Internet. You can vote. You have a boyfriend or girlfriend of your choosing, who you can also marry if you want to, and raise a family with. You walk down the street wearing whatever you feel like wearing. You can go to bars and clubs and sleep with whomever you want.
Your world is full of freedom and possibility.
Then you pick up a newspaper or go online. You read about angry women ranting about sexism and inequality. You see phrases like ‘rape-culture’ and ‘slut-shaming.’ You furrow your brow and think to yourself: ‘What are they so angry about? There is no such thing as sexism anymore.’
Now imagine this…