That is the privilege and power of White, Western feminism – to refuse to hear other women’s voices, especially those who may inherently contradict their fundamental perspectives of womanhood.
“Do you know what a little America is?” Kyle uttered the first words either of us had spoken since we had left San Francisco five hours ago.
So you’ve been in this relationship for a minute. Things are going pretty well — you enjoy each other’s company still, you laugh all the time and your sex life hasn’t evaporated. But is that enough?
It might be easier to go through life being closed off to love. It might be safer and it might be painless. It might be less complicated. But it will certainly be more boring. More colorless. More lifeless. And a whole lot more empty.
Weird, prude, old-fashioned. I’ve been called all of the above and more than once.
So a couple of years back, a bunch of top secret files became declassified thanks to the Freedom of Information Act and according to one of these files, the government had secretly converted the Control Center into a CIA research facility shortly after it was officially decommissioned in 1965.
“Can you make that machine beep once?” A single beep. “Can you make it beep two times?” It beeps twice. It hadn’t beeped twice yet. “Can you make it beep three times?” It beeps three times.
Go on an angry, panic-attack level rampage when your cable and Internet are out, you’ve been on hold with the company for 25 minutes, and the line goes dead.
Until then, I’d only heard of “alcohol showers.” Turns out 70% isopropyl alcohol is about the only thing that can even touch a scent like that once its soaked into your skin.
“When you look at me a bunch of times but never when I look back, what does that mean exactly?”
But the time has come where you have start to figuring out who you are and where you want your life to go – and how those people do or don’t fit into that vision.
