Here is the thing, okay? Coming into a feminist conversation with, “Have you considered that sometimes women acquire free drinks at bars?” is like walking into graduate school during Philosophy finals and saying, “Have you considered that the color blue that I see may not be the color blue that you see?”
Imagine you are the guy who just walked into that Philosophy class and laid that shit down. Imagine the class full of students who have worked very hard and committed themselves and sacrificed to be here, students who have spent several years of their lives learning about this subject. Imagine now their feelings when you go to the head of the classroom with a smirk on your face and demand the professor give you an A for effort. Imagine now that they think you are a douchebag asshole, because they do, and because you are. You are a douchebag asshole because you are obviously so self-centered, arrogant, and completely ignorant of the world around you, that you thought you could walk into a high-level course with no background and no work and say something profoundly simplistic and totally unrelated and also everybody should congratulate you for having done this thing, so brave, so provocative.
You are not asking us a real question. You are simply illustrating, for all to see, your own ignorance. You are saying, “I have not considered the implications of the question I have just asked. I have not taken the time nor effort nor commitment to sit down and ask myself this question. Instead, I have come into your philosophy classroom/office/feminist blog and shat out my question with a smirk, because I believe that my two seconds of thought are worth more than your long-term analysis, because I believe I am worth more.”
I’m sitting in a hotel lobby in Volcanoes National Park stealing wifi & power. Been camping around the coast of the big island since I got here. Hawaii is so beautiful. Pictures simply don’t do it justice. Every place is a completely different landscape. Rainy jungles, deserts, mountains, beaches, cliffs, little country towns. Hawaii is so completely and utterly wild. As I’m writing this I’m staring out the window looking at a smoking volcano. They don’t fuck around out here. I’m blown away by how genuine and kind everyone here is. Everyone has gone out of their way to be welcoming, give us directions, make sure we’re fed, etc. Whatever. It rules. Sustainable living is really big here, compared to my experience in the east coast anyway. I like it. We spent the last 3 days in a cabin in the middle of the desert in the National Park 5 miles away from civilization in any direction. All of the water was collected rain water. We brought fresh food from the Hilo farmer’s market and granola that I made the other day. No power or running water but we didn’t need it. Some random hikers were in the area and let us use their water purifier. Things manifest here. I’ll be staying at a stable location starting this Friday so I’ll be able to skype and keep in touch better soon. Until then, we have 3 more nights without a home or a roof so there are things to figure out, plans to be made. I miss everyone terribly. XOXO
Sitting on the floor of my empty bedroom. Leaving the house tonight that has been my home for the last two years.
Hawaii for 6 weeks —> Oakland indefinitely.