The women of the internet are tired, and I'm tired too.
Tired of the judgement and action of bystanders (which is to say, people who don't know shit about us and our lives). Here, "The day I was almost arrested for having an autistic son," by Marie Myung-Ok Lee.
Tired of advice that does not fit our situations: here, from Black Girl in Maine.
Tired of wondering how it could possibly still be true that so many people reduce the worth of women to our physical bodies. Here, Rebecca Traister's "I don't care if you like it."
Tired of having to worry that we are feeding the problems of judgement and disrespect when we celebrate our own lives. Here, "Inside" from Breaking into Blossom.
Tired of the institutional and structural failures that allow women's bodies to be brutalized and are then unable to offer comfort to the victims or sanction to the victimizers. Here: (a warning that if you have not read this article, it is devastating), "Reporting Rape, and Wishing She Hadn't" by Walt Bogdanich.
In all these discontents, I hope I sense a new wave of women's activism coming on strong.