Dear Suffragettes, Joan of Arc, and Feminists who Actually Did Something With Their Lives.
You are lucky you don't get to hear them.
They're blonde, chatty, slutty, and call me a 'feminazi'.
'I, like, totally don't get feminism,' one of them says as she chews bubblegum and inspects her nails. 'Because, like, we already go to school, we like, can go to work, so like, what's the problem?'
'I know, right?' her friend agrees. 'I don't like feminazis. They're all frigid, and like they look really weird.'
'Yeah, I know, like, who would date a feminazi?'
'And they all, like, hate men, and they're all like 'men are all dumb and stupid and will, like, rape you.''
'They probably want men to, like, stay at home and look after the kids while they, like, rule the world.'
These 'feminazis' - you, me - are the reason why they get to go to school, they can get jobs, they have human rights, don't have to face arranged marriage and a lifetime of servitute to men.
Why did we even bother?
It's sad to think that your daughter's daughters' don't adore you, they just think you're lame. They think I'm lame. I watch as we, a single generation destroy what centuries of struggle has brought us. I think of people who have died for peace, for freedom, for love, for justice, to my charming classmates chewing bubblegum and shamelessly throwing themselves and I wish I was Joan of Arc. At least she died thinking she was making the world a better place. It's pretty much a lost cause now.