The problem with being a feminist or really having any sort of ideological inclinations that lean toward throwing out social doctrines and rituals and just doing what you want to do is that everything suddenly gets really fucking hard.
I have no idea what still applies and what doesn’t and whether following certain guidelines will make it easier to move through the world, whether that means not dying my hair turquoise and sea green because I want to or majoring in something sensible and doing data entry until I’m 65 or going to clubs to meet dudebros or whatever, or whether I should just keep doing whatever the world makes me do or throws in my path, or who even knows.
I’ve always thought it’s easier to just forge your own little dirt road that occasionally crosses over with the six-lane highway but for the most part goes right alongside it with a few big detours, but now I’m wondering whether it’d just (for lack of a better metaphor) be easier to get on the highway and put on cruise control and just stay there. Or I don’t know.
Self-reflection is not fun you guys.
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