I love art. I love paintings and formal pieces but I also love well done graffiti and, especially, those little doodles in places they “don’t belong.” I’m on the train right now and someone has scratched out a goofy little dinosaur creature coming out of the window that I’m facing. And I love it. I love that there’s something right in front of me that’s inviting me to a world outside of “real.” That little pieces of art like this provide open doorways to step out of regular and normal for just a minute. Or hours. Either way, that tiny dino-shaped doorway is there.
"My response to the “I am not a feminist” internet phenomenon….
First of all, it’s clear you don’t know what feminism is. But I’m not going to explain it to you. You can google it. To quote an old friend, “I’m not the feminist babysitter.”
But here is what I think you should know. You’re insulting every woman who was forcibly restrained in a jail cell with a feeding tube down her throat for your right to vote, less than 100 years ago. You’re degrading every woman who has accessed a rape crisis center, which wouldn’t exist without the feminist movement. You’re undermining every woman who fought to make marital rape a crime (it was legal until 1993).
You’re spitting on the legacy of every woman who fought for women to be allowed to own property (1848). For the abolition of slavery and the rise of the labor union. For the right to divorce. For women to be allowed to have access to birth control (Comstock laws). For middle and upper class women to be allowed to work outside the home (poor women have always worked outside the home). To make domestic violence a crime in the US (It is very much legal in many parts of the world). To make workplace sexual harassment a crime.
In short, you know not what you speak of. You reap the rewards of these women’s sacrifices every day of your life. When you grin with your cutsey sign about how you’re not a feminist, you ignorantly spit on the sacred struggle of the past 200 years. You bite the hand that has fed you freedom, safety, and a voice.”
Thank you for putting this into words, and thank you Morgan for sharing this. This is something I have tried to make sense of privately for what feels like forever. We’ve only come so far because of the women and men who have pushed us to do so. And every man and woman comes from a woman. How can we bite the hand that feeds us the things that have been so crucial to our everyday lives?