Just a little rant.

I just really want to bitch about something very important to me for a few minutes. It’s something I have a very strong opinion on, and I am begging you to not mistake my passion for insanity.

I know that I have done a feminist rant before, and this is kind of along those lines. I don’t know why it’s been so strongly apparent today, but it’s just been bugging me all day long and I can’t take it. I’ve got to get it down.

When I was younger, I was always reading magazines. You know the ones; 17. People. Elle. Vogue.

And I understand that a lot of times they appreciate a woman’s beauty and blah blah blah. And I’m sure they’ve done a lot of strong and independent pieces over the years. I honestly haven’t picked one up in at least a decade.

But all I can remember is how I used to scan them to find the quizzes about boys and if your crush likes you back and how you’d be rated from 1-10 on your physical appearance and quirky tips to lure in the boys and blah blah blah.

And then I was driving to work this morning and I usually listen to Detroit’s very popular channel 955 on my way to work. And this particular morning they were talking about a hair removal facility, and the name slips me at this exact moment, but they talk about this place often.

Now, I don’t have a problem with them advertising for the hair removal facility. I know plenty of woman with abundant and unwanted body hair. I know women who shave their mustaches and chins and pluck their chest hairs. Even I find myself faced with a patch of unwanted fuzzies now and then. My problem wasn’t with them advertising it, no. Hell, if I could actually afford something like that, I have a few places I wouldn’t mind taking care of. My problem was with HOW they advertised it.

They were talking about summer coming up and how the ladies NEED to prepare for that and how easy preparation would be if the preparation itself wasn’t needed.

It’s misogyny in it’s finest and it honestly pisses me off. It pisses me off that women are made to feel worthless if they don’t fit the mold of society’s version of what we should look like. It’s exhausting.

I’m just sick of it. That’s all.
I wish people would just love people for themselves and that there wasn’t any pressure to be “better” when you’re just fine the way you are.

End rant.


Let’s Clear a Few Things Up…



Unfortunately, this is something we clearly need to talk about.
The dreaded word. The word everyone cringes at. The word no one wants to address.


I am a feminist in every sense of the term. First thing about this I want to clear up is that there is not such thing as being “kind of” a feminist.

You’re either a feminist, or you aren’t. There is no black and white. There is no in between. It’s that plain and simple.

I know we have a bad reputation. I’ve heard all of the horror stories.

According to the ancient myths of the internet, we are foul, ugly man hating beasts. We are morbidly obese and super masculine and we are out to ruin men. We hope all men die. We want to keep men around for breeding purposes only. DEATH TO MEN.

As hilarious and entertaining as all of that is, it’s simply just not true.

I do not hate men. I love men. Men are intelligent and interesting and amazing. Men smell good and they have great senses of humor. Some of my favorite people in this world, if not most, are men.

I just wish men and women were equal in this world.
Because I believe that woman are just as funny and interesting. I believe in women JUST AS MUCH as I believe in men.

I don’t think that gender plays a role in ability.

And I don’t think that women are better than men.

I know there are a lot of people in our world who claim the name feminism and are horribly misrepresenting us.

I’m sorry for them. I’m sure, in their mind, they have logical and justifiable reasons why they believe the things they do. Maybe they were hurt very badly by a man. Maybe they were attacked or assaulted. Maybe they’ve just experienced parts of the world in a way that traumatized them for life. Maybe they experienced something so bad, in regards to a man, that they can never look at men the same way ever again.

We simply don’t know.
But I can assure you, that most feminists just want the same opportunities as men.
We want to be paid just the same.
We want to be viewed the same.
We want to be treated the same.

I wish people really understood this.
Please do your research before you judge.
We just want a fair shot in this world.

Pro Human Being.

I can get pretty political from time to time. You could say part of me loves the argument, but most of me just cares about the world and what happens inside of it. I care in copious amounts. I wish so many things could be fixed. So many things need adjusting.

The fact that abortion is even a political topic infuriates me. It puts me in a manic rage. I don’t believe that women’s bodies and what we do with our’s should be a campaign topic. I also don’t believe that men should even have a say. Which is a pretty big deal, because I’m a firm believer in freedom of speech. But men will never have to be in a position where they have to make a choice like that. They have no idea what women go through. So I feel like this is just something they should stay out of.

I understand that abortion is a sin. I get it. Jesus gets pretty upset when you kill your unborn child.
If this is your standpoint, please understand that I am speaking as a human being. Not as a religious person. Also, please understand that I respect your religion and the beliefs inside of it. This is not an insult to Christianity.

I don’t believe in abortion as a form of birth control. I think that if you are responsible enough to have sex, then you should be responsible and deal with the consequence of pregnancy and having a child if that’s the path you’ve found yourself on. Learn how to use a condom. Go on the pill. Whatever you have to do. If you don’t want kids, then practice safe sex. Seriously.

My cousin was pregnant. Her and her husband were so excited. She did everything by the book. She was eating right. Taking care of her body. Getting the right amount of sleep. She will make an amazing mother someday. Everybody was extremely excited for her baby to arrive.

Her baby was growing inside out. Inside of her. I can’t think of the actual medical term, but it was so upsetting. Bringing that baby to term would have potentially killed my cousin, and it was a 98% chance the baby wouldn’t make it either.

She was faced with a very hard choice. She could have taken her chances and gave birth and maybe died and perhaps damned her child to a horrible life of doctor visits and surgeries and medications and sleepless nights and more.

She didn’t want that. And who could blame her?

She chose abortion, and I’m sorry to say it, but it was the best course of action for everyone involved. I stand by her choice one hundred and ten percent.

And it wasn’t an easy decision. She struggled with the options for weeks. To this day, and it’s been over a year, she can’t even be around a baby without crying. She literally avoids any family functions where our other cousins bring their kids.

I’m not even going to pretend I know how it feels to have to make that choice. It’s heartbreaking enough watching someone else go through it.

And that’s not the only cases where abortion is a blessing. What would you do if you were raped by someone and they got you pregnant?
I know a lot of very strong people would keep the baby. Because it’s not the baby’s fault.
But do you honestly expect most people to be that courageous?
Because I don’t.
And they shouldn’t have to be.
It is their right not to be.

And that’s where I’ll end it. Just because abortion isn’t something you agree with, doesn’t mean you should take that right away from somebody else.

Pro choice doesn’t mean you agree with it. It just means you understand that you can’t make that choice for somebody else.

And a little food for thought: If abortion were ever made illegal again, it wouldn’t stop abortions from happening.

It would just stop abortions happening safely.

Please don’t put a woman in a closet with a coat hanger.