Around 9 months have passed since I drafted a post about my experiences with feminism. The next several posts I make will be relevant to one lonesome opinion on the ideology.
I previously attempted to condense it all into one, but its serious tone had made it seem too silly to post. Then I got a new job. Then the queen died, and her departure pulled me into frenzy of analyzing feminism in daily life. I hyper-focused to the point of no return, then I thought about it. What the hell do I actually think about feminism? Don’t people all already know the issues of this world? Why would my take matter? How do I make it matter? How do I force something out of love? I can’t. On top of that, I wanted to make it seem in some way light-hearted.
Seems that ideologies, philosophies, religions, and cults need to be written with a certain level of seriousness out of “respect” towards those who may partake in such notions and belief systems. This is what I was hung up on. The desire to provide comfort to anyone, while dolling out my experience with the truth. The truth that I have no respect for ideologies forced upon humans pre-birth and continued post-death. If you disagree, I hope you can still manage to enjoy.
Go, and have a happy evening!