the protest is back.

for some reason my header image on this blog is defunct. not good. and i have no time to fix it. so next week will be the overhaul.

smith. smith. smith. smith. being from the igloo-d north i dont really know of all the wonders of this liberal college where young women are seen to attend and "become" lesbians (?) and on feministing there was this post about a protest on campus. and it made me cry.

we are daily convinced that we, feminists, young people, don't have a voice. that no one listens to us, that those in power don't care, and that universities will never bend to our need. we're also told that feminism is dead. that we're not "good enough" feminists. that we're not real activists. young people are told they can't create a revolution like their parents. that we don't burn bras but instead buy fancy ones and strut them around like sluts. this is what young feminists are portrayed as. but that, above, is what we look like.

fuck "giving" republicans their space to say that people who are gay are all pedophiles. fuck the idea of hosting another symposium where "we" can have our say. i'm so proud of those women as smith for standing up to what they feared (someone coming to their campus and telling them that they were "wrong") and for driving them off campus.

young feminists are not apathetic. fuck apathy. i guess i'm geared for my weekend in ottawa planning this feminist conference! ha.