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Wow. Yes. This. All of this.
Okay, so, I want to preface the following rant with this: I never usually feel comfortable expressing my political views so publicly. But I guess I am so fed up with the level of discourse surrounding this particular election that I decided I just don’t give a damn about remaining neutral or seeming emotional (which I shouldn’t even have to worry about) or whatever.
Basically it all boils down to one word: Feminism.
We are looking at a Democratic party that is split between two candidates—one, who is honestly kind of a savior for women, and the other who will do the equivalent of making sure that every woman is back in the dog crate in which she was born and lived through preschool. And for some reason, every time I try to bring that up, I get shut down by social media trolls (not to mention some family members who I really used to respect).
My whole life I’ve been a radical feminist. In middle school I was the girl handing out contraceptives to my classmates, despite a cease-and-desist order from my principal and the eventual nine months I spent in a “juvenile center” after I punched holes in all of her tires. I was the girl who campaigned in Nevada, South Carolina, and Puerto Rico for Hillary Clinton in 2004, 2000, and 1996 (she wasn’t even running for president, and I did consider myself a moderate for part of that time) even after receiving multiple violently-worded letters from her spokesperson telling me that my enthusiasm was appreciated, but misguided. I am the one who is in a pile of very scary debt for maxing out not one but two separate VisaBuxx cards so that I could tattoo my entire body in venus symbols and sliced-off middle fingers.
But now in 2016, that identity is suddenly a negative! I mean—the recent remarks by Madeleine Albright AND Gloria Steinem? It’s just like, (sorry for caps, but I really mean it) I AM CONCERNED WITH THE FUTURE OF AMERICA AND I DON’T UNDERSTAND WHY THAT IS MAKING EVERYONE SO MAD. WE SHOULD BE ABLE TO HAVE A PRESIDENT WITH WHITE HAIR AND SCARY ANKLES AND NO ONE SHOULD BE ABLE TO SAY “GRANDMA THIS” OR “GHOST DAD THAT.” ARE WE IN THE 1800S? THE PARTICULAR VALUATION I PLACE ON MY SPECIFIC GENDER IDENTITY SHOULD NOT BE A REVOLUTIONARY IDEA?
Also, now when I try to bring up The Banking System, which is ensuring that a thumb monkey will be running America by 2020, by the way—and if you don’t agree, you’re not paying attention—I get slammed for not standing up for women? Um, I don’t think so. Gender is a CRUCIAL issue in this election, as is race. I’ve actually met ISIS (in the ‘90s) so I would appreciate if people not fill my feed with uneducated bullshit.
Sorry for the profanity but this really pisses me off.
I don’t even need to mention the worst part about the divisiveness in the Democratic party right now—which is the sham of a Republican party that my preferred candidate is up against and the fact that my preferred candidate, who will triumph over the objections if we just BELIEVE in them and stop PLAYING AT POLITICS, would WIPE THE FLOOR with that mud pig Doland Trimp. He says we need to turn America into the biggest (width-wise) skyscraper in the world. I’m not even sure if the Earth’s surface could withstand that kind of pressure, and, secondly, I’m not sure that’s a country that I would like to live in.
Try looking at this and tell me if you don’t feel afraid of the direction our country is heading.
Sure, I’m a millennial. I know I don’t have as much experience as the pundits on cable news. But, honestly, I don’t care. I am not going to allow anyone to tell me how to vote. Rather, I am going to loudly tell you who I am voting for. We are the generation that is going to inherit this fucked-up country and I am not willing to be passive in this election. And you shouldn’t either.
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