Sorry for being so quiet. The last few days at the sofa lab have been insane, I had no time to think about eating, let alone women.
However, a gem of a gal on Twitter named Natalie gave me some grand advice to help push me along on my mission.
“Always ask for consent,” she tweeted to me before offering even better advice:
“Point out of you see things that are sexist.”
Wow, how simple. Or so I thought…
I’ve been spending my free time thinking about what is and is not sexist. Roads: not sexist. Trees: not sexist. Roof shingles: totally not sexist.
It was right when I got blue about not mastering the skill at identifying what is and is not sexist like feminists do that I looked down and realized the answer was right in front of me. One step at a time.
It was when I was sulking in disappointment that I caught a glimpse at the footwear I had chosen to wear at the bottom of my stocky gambs.
A pair of light blue thong sandals. How could I be so blind?
This pair of flip flops were incredibly sexist. Flip flops are for women and here I am appropriating culture of the opposite gender, and for what, comfort? Ease? Whatever it is, it’s not worth it and it’s time for change.
Today I am saying goodbye to flip flops and hello to tevas, birkenstocks, and anything else that screams “I’m a man.”
I’m done being a bad feminist and I won’t flip flop on this issue.