this morning i went to tim horton’s and for some unexplainable reason reaaaaally reaaaaaally wanted an everything bagel with veggie cream cheese. i’m not even the biggest fan of bagels, to be honest. unless of course if they are montreal bagels with the sesame seeds, then i could eat a dozen in one sitting. anyway, i had this order in my head and then i heard the girl in front of me order the same thing! except she wanted hers toasted twice with extra cream cheese. when they called out the orders, i guess they must have called mine first even though i was after hers because i got the one with the extra cream cheese and the super toasty-ness. the point of this story? i now have a bagel that’s too crunchy with a gross amount of cream cheese on it.
i should have just stuck with coffee for breakfast as per usual.
“This is great. The essay represents a substantial amount of work, and though we still have a good way to go before you are finished, you should feel good about what you have achieved so far. There is no question; I learned a lot reading this. What pleases me most is that it manifests a strong historical sensibility. These are events that unfold in time, and that we know through the critical sifting of sources. Well done.”—dr. schaefer’s first comment on my first draft for my honor’s project. 60 pages of pure hell, if you ask me, but i’m relieved he likes it.
A friend of mine goes to Brown and she has a chemistry class with Emma Watson. She said one day Emma answered a question correctly and someone in the back shouted, "TEN POINTS FOR GRYFFINDOR!" She wasn't happy.
I have a responsibility to understand and acknowledge the feminist movement’s and the word feminist’ history and present, warts and all. This means both accepting and refusing to defend the fact that racism, classism, homophobia, transphobia and ableism have been employed in the movement since it’s inception to marginalize, tokenize, silence and otherwise oppress women who are not white, cisgender, wealthy, heterosexual and/or able-bodied.
I have a responsibility to acknowledge this silencing was and is sometimes perpetrated by some of my most beloved heroines and figure out how to interpret their work and words without either dismissing them outright or glossing over their transgressions.
I have a responsibility to fill in the gaps in my education by seeking out the words and works of women whose lived experiences are not represented in the mainstream narrative. I have a responsibility to do this myself, without imposing my ignorance and privilege on marginalized persons by asking them to educate me.