Nothing of our own
It’s the “It’s in her passport” claim all over again. “What do you mean, it says she’s a woman right here in this little booklet thing!”
It was nice having some rights. Quaint, but nice.
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It’s the “It’s in her passport” claim all over again. “What do you mean, it says she’s a woman right here in this little booklet thing!”
It was nice having some rights. Quaint, but nice.
They were there just long enough for complacency to set in. Eternal vigilance is too high a price, it seems.
Every time I hear someone claim that sex is changeable, often by something as unrelated to reality as words, thoughts, or pieces of paper, I’m left wondering what on earth they thought the fight for women’s rights was even for, if we all could have just put on trousers and changed our names to Thomas and received equality? Why bother with marches, speeches, petitions, imprisonments and police brutality? They must think it reflects how desperately attached we must be to dresses and lipstick. Or, more likely, they don’t think about it at all.
If nothing else, this brings Sall Grover to the world’s attention. I’ve seen interviews with her, and she’s smart as a whip, funny, and engaging. With hope, we’ve not seen the last of her.