I’m a feminist, and I have been for a long time. And, even though it’s 2016, I see “angry feminist” cracks everywhere-all over the internet, in the real world, even in banter between ourselves because we know it’s basically a central part of how the world views feminism.
And, in the last few weeks, I have definetly been living up to that stereotype. First it was the Stanford rape case, then the re-dredging of the horrific Vanderbilt rape trial, the arrest of this Dutch woman for daring to report her rape. Not to mention this, or this, or this, or a thousand other stories I’m sure you or I have come across this week. It seems like every time I’ve met up with a friend in the last month, we’ve had some devastating new injustice to discuss. And it’s made me so, so angry.