I seriously fear for the future of humanity some days. also, I kind of hate men now.

My dad didn't want me to go to Wellesley because he thought I'd become a man-hating feminist. Instead I went to Tulane and became a man-hating feminist anyway.

My job exhausts me some days. Most days. I either want to crawl in bed and eat my own hand, curl up in a corner and cry, or kill things with fire. The distance between "look at all these horrible things that happen to women" and "yay women are awesome!" is huge, and I see much more of the former than the latter every day, and sometimes by the time I get to the latter I'm already burned out by the former.

I really miss the days when I didn't spend all the time analyzing the issues in things I read or watched -- or, if I did analyze the issues, it was the world-building and not the sexism, the racism, the misogyny, or (god, and now there have been too many English classes) the writing structure, because once you start, you can't stop.

It makes me tired.