Feminism is Gagging on the Patriarchy

The Female Gaze

I was invited to a Sunday feminist potluck by the Memphis Feminist Collective by email. I was excited, and though, oftentimes, prone to social anxiety, I decided to give it that shot in the dark. I conjured images of meeting new people—possible female friends and forming a gang of badass females who fight crime in the wee hours of the night. By the time that Sunday night rolled around, I was tired though and contemplated just staying home under my electric blanket, my cat curled on my chest, purring his pains of old age away. Then the image of a purple cape waved in my mind. I had to go. I had to put myself out there and met other feminist. I put my hand on the window of my bedroom. It was cold. I piled on the layers, and hopped in my car, stopping at Kroger along the way…

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