Kid: “My Nana says you shouldn’t wear purple hair because it looks funny.”
TELL YOUR NANA SHE’S A BASIC ASS BITCH.
My mom asked me how I am and I literally just started crying.
Well, I think I’m a feminist, just by the virtue of the fact that I believe in equal rights for everyone.
I’m like 30 pages in to Katherine Boo’s “Behind the Beautiful Forevers” and the number of times I’ve cried about the poverty in Mumbai already is unreal.
On a related note, I have been reading A LOT lately because the inside of my head is freaking unbearable at the moment. So. Books.
I just finished this book about a girl (actually a girl and a guy, but mainly the girl) who has OCD. And not the media-propagated everything-has-to-be-super-clean-all-the-time OCD. Not that that isn’t real, but hers was different than what usually comes to mind when thinking about OCD.
And honestly it was fucking exhausting to read. I can’t imagine what it must be like to actually have the disorder. The strength of this girl’s anxiety came through and I was just reading about it. She would deal with fighting one of her compulsions and when she finally gave in I was super relieved with her, but also felt slightly sick because i knew it wasn’t the best way to deal with it, which she knew too.
Damn. Basically it was a really good book and I’ve waited this long to tell you the title because it’s fantastically stupid. It’s called OCD Love Story. Which makes it sound dumb. But I thought it was freaking great and it really taught me somethings that I did not previously know about OCD.
Here’s to strong women. May we know them. May we be them. May we raise them.