I’ve been thinking a lot about how we know what we know and how that affects the way we treat each other. And I feel like, so much of my life has been defined by all these things that I have no control over.
I’m starting to feel like we’re all really confused about sex. Like, as a country, I don’t think we really know what it is. Right? You can see it. Like, these stories happen, no one has any idea how to react. Something will happen, if you don’t think so, then you’re wrong, and you need to think about your own life. I’m sorry, that’s this catchphrase that I’m trying to get to catch on, you know? But it doesn’t really fit anywhere, you know. Think about your own life.
It’s… it’s disgusting. It’s disgusting, we never stop. Like, none of the details of it. People were like, “Oh, how could Harvey jerk off into a plant?” And every dude is like, “Well, what kind of plant?” I mean, it’s… If it’s not one of the spiky ones, ight, just be alone. I don’t know what to say. I don’t know what to say.
Becoming a feminist is a little like losing your virginity, like, so many people judge 'feminism' by what angry, sexist, delusional, hateful self-proclaimed feminists happen to be doing and saying, as it turns out, that’s MOST of the self-proclaimed feminists, so yes, feminism sucks.