see yourself with fresh eyes
see yourself with fresh eyes
flirt with feminism
flirt with feminism
see yourself with fresh eyes
see yourself with fresh eyes
flirt with feminism
flirt with feminism
its a bad day to be the status quo.
I’m a firm believer that everything comes from somewhere — and before i swallow a belief hook, line and sinker, I want to know where it was brought up, what it ate, and how long its sat in the freezer before it made it to my plate.
you’re reading this because you had a, “hey, what the fuck?” moment. one of those one’s that wraps its knuckles around your gut, squeezes and pulls. you keep reading because you have an insatiable urge to disrupt the absolute dumpster fire that they have served us dressed in ceremonial black, all while chanting “its just the way it is.”
well chook, me too. I wanna TP the house of the status quo, I wanna rip its mask off scooby doo style and reveal the structures that actively work against every single one of us, I wont stop until the status quo is shaking in its boots at the sound of my docs on the pavement.
We deserve to be ourselves — not in a wanky, overused, instagram of your highschool nemesis who started a MLM this week way — but in a we should be able to look at ourselves in the mirror and recognise our truth way. We should be able to decide how we feel about our skin, our hair, our hands, our bodies without someone weighing in on what they think we should do, who we should be, how we should live. We should be able to love deeply and freely, cherished for how multi faceted and fluid we are. Fuck, we should be able to be curious about who we are, and spend our lives following that curiousity while putting on a unbelievable, sequene filled show and tell of our souls.
I’m doing my part by unraveling the stories we have been told, and you’re doing yours by being here and being you.
have bigger
conversations
“Hi, how are you?” doesn’t scracth the itch when the world is on fire and your heart is broken by the bare minimum standards that some people still can’t reach..Sometimes you need someone who is willing to pull it apart and set it on fire, to TP your exes house, buy a hex off an etsy witch — or maybe just have an honest fucking conversation in a world of low expectations and frenemies.
feminism will ruin your life — but you will be on your knees asking to go again.
Has feminism gone too far?
Feminist theory is the lens through which I see the world; the bread, the butter, and the knife. It’s not up for debate that it must be intersectional and center the most vulnerable.
So, has that kind of feminism gone too far?
Absolutely the fuck not.
If anything, feminism hasn’t gone far enough.
True feminism isn’t about flipping the hierarchy, it’s about dismantling it altogether. I believe, deeply, that we aren’t free until we are all free. My liberation must be tied to yours, or we’re just repeating history in a different outfit.
Feminism can’t, and hasn’t ever been, an endpoint. It grows, evolves, and stretches itself toward justice, reaching further each time. We’re not done yet.
Do feminist hate men?
No. We hate misogyny. We hate systems that teach men to fear being perceived as women, to confuse dominance with strength, to see care as weakness. We hate the part of patriarchy that tells everyone — men included — to live half a life.
Feminism isn’t anti-men, but it can feel like it’s against them. To men who have always been taught they are naturally leaders, that they need to be in power and in the right rules, otherwise the world will fall apart. To men who have been taught that they are naturally at the top, and that it has nothing to do with systemic power, it can feel destabilising. For men who have always taken up space, feminism can feel like an attack. But that’s only because equality feels like a loss when you are used to domination. Liberation isn’t about taking from anyone; it’s about giving everyone a chance to be free. Feminism isn’t anti-men, but it is anti-inequality. It’s anti-power-over. It’s anti-the script that says that there is only two genders, and one of those must shrink so the other can feel big.
The truth is, patriarchy hurts men too. It tells them not to cry, not to connect, not to need. It teaches them to trade emotional depth for control, and then blames them when they feel lonely.
Feminism strives for a better future for all of us.
So no, feminists don’t hate men.
We are just against this *gestures to the shitty structures that support this dystopian nightmare*
Feminism is the invitation to imagine something beyond all that. Not man against woman. Not us versus them.
Just all of us, free.
Is it really that deep?
You know what? Yeah, it is that deep.
Because the world wasn’t actually built for everyone — it was built for someone. And for most of history, that someone’s been a straight, able-bodied man. That’s why seatbelts fit him better than they fit women. Why office air-con is set to his comfort zone — so women end up with blankets while he’s rolling up his sleeves. Why tools, phones, pianos — hell, half the stuff we use every day — are sized around male hands.
It shows up everywhere.
In medicine, where most research is still done on men. In how women’s pain still gets brushed off, called “hormonal” or “in your head.” How we are more likely to be redirected to “anxiety” than actually investigated for their symptoms. Viagra has received about 1900% to 2000% more funding than endometriosis. In cities that forget caregivers, bus routes that don’t line up with school drop-offs, and jobs that still assume someone else is home taking care of everything.And it’s not just physical stuff, it’s cultural too.
Look around: art galleries full of “masters.” Crafts that are deemed “feminine,” like knitting or sewing, get pushed aside, while woodwork or metalworking (seen as “masculine”) are celebrated as real skills and treated with more respect and value in schools and society. History books written by men, about men.
Even language itself bends around male experience, like that’s just the default.
So when someone asks, “Come on, is it really that deep?”
It’s in our laws, our buildings, our hospitals, our stories. So yeah. It is. it’s bone deep. its in the cells of society. And feminism has never been about hating men, it cant be, it goes against its foundations. But it is about holding men accountable, its about demanding better, its about asking them to keep the fuck up because we are healing and growing and they should be too. It’s about taking them out of the center of the narrative and our lives. It’s about paying attention. About asking why things are the way they are and changing them. The point isn’t to tear it all down. It’s to rebuild it with everyone in mind. The world isn’t broken because women are angry, it was built broken.
So yeah — it’s really that deep.
And honestly, that’s exactly where we start making it better.