Have had a rough two weeks of womanhood. Does anyone else go through rabid feminist waves while most of the time feeling... content/understood/equal? I feel like there are always key incidents that set me off, and then... well, then I go to extremes and find injustice everywhere. Andrew is a saint and listens to all of it.
I feel like it shouldn't be too much to ask to have your thoughts treated with respect, even if they aren't agreed with... and even if you are a woman.
Ironic after the gleaming shower post, I know. I accept I am a happy bundle of contradiction.