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When I see women in tiny dresses and 4-5″ heels on Sunday morning I like to play the “Coming Or Going” game. Are they at Starbucks because they need caffeine and haven’t changed clothes yet or are they going to church dressed for night at the club? I can’t tell..but it is fun to guess. I’m jealous I can’t be out in 4-5″ heels without breaking my neck.
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This past Saturday was the Women’s March and I feel like the last few months have been a real struggle with my activist minded friends. I believe in the cause, I understand the message and I understand feeling the need to march and protest and have your voice heard. I just don’t want to participate. I find other ways to participate in the movement that are more in line with my beliefs. BUT the whole point is that it seems like you can’t believe in anything without it being labeled. Why do I have to label myself a “feminist” in order for me to have an opinion?
It is a constant contradiction to argue for women and at the same time as putting them down for not doing what you think they should be doing…isn’t it?
