Not actually my hair. But close.
Starting to gather up some ideas for Christmas gifts and actually buy them rather than just think about buying them. I won’t mention my plan for my older sister, and my younger sister is a bit of a debate because she wants audiobooks and I’m thinking about getting her this Brene Brown book but at the same time, I haven’t read this book, and it’s only based on the TEDTalk that I think she would get something out of it and it’s a bit of a loaded gift, but not AS loaded as my second choice. Bad Feminist. To she and her boyfriend’s friends, I’m a feminist, but I’m not allowed to talk about it around her boyfriend because it might become a thing. Not that he dictates what we can and can’t talk about, but if we talk about it, it will…become a thing. We will have debate it to the last man or woman standing and I don’t really have suitcases and footlockers full of data regarding feminism to bring to bear on this sort of gatling gun approach. Not that he’s a big jerk, either, I mean, he bought me The Second Sex as a Christmas present last year.
I don’t talk about feminism at all, really, though I claim it as a part of the general philosophy that guides my life, I believe in it. When I question that, I think back to an essay I wrote in high school entitled “Big Mouthed Women” which was when I was reading Bust and with a lot of literature that foregrounded feminist concerns even if I didn’t have terminology to really explicate my opinions. It was more emotional than anything else. I think the main thrust of the essay was “Hello Kitty doesn’t even have a mouth, SEEEEEEEEEEEEE?! GET IT!!!!!!!!!!!!”
We are not allowed to talk about Elizabeth Warren, though, because she is, in her way, destroying capitalism.
Mainly, I really want to read these books and am trying to justify buying them since I imagine – if not outright know – they will sit on my shelf until their pages yellow before I ever crack them open and it will just create more guilt I don’t need.