Statement - Feminist Manifesto
Well hot damn! You made it.
So you're cruising in the back seat of your Gramma's yellow Volkswagen Rabbit; just pumping along the asphalt, looking out at the mountains-- waiting for the beach. You've got puzzles, snacks, some bad-ass babe in the driver's seat, thanks grandma ;), and you're towing '100 questions', a coloring book, and some Mad-libs. It's 1988.
One mad muthafucka is President, and you're just trying to skate by despite you're vagina. **NEWFLASH** BABY GIRL: THAT'S NOT THE WAY IT WORKS! To right this upside-down you gotta ride through that tunnel— fall into wonderland. You gotta grow entranced by your wild untamed jungle and lose track of time just like that crazy Rabbit. YASSSS, GIRL, that’s right…
You gotta grow up-and-out of your natural house, let those eyes become too big for the windows, let the ecstatic in your front door, and get so buzzed by your own juice (so pie-in the-sky-high!) that you'll break down doors when you hear the coo of a distant, lost, pussy-cat...And that's not all.
When you think you can't do it anymore— live with that supersized spirit in a world that wants you to be some dumb-little slidder— you gotta dig in deeper and, with all the grizzle you can muster, you gotta grow from a girl into a growl until you become a GRRRL. This is a right of passage.
For all the girls who dare to become GRRRLS, an offering:
Feminist Manifesto for Millenials