Hysterically Heddy

I grew up with a great fear of quick sand. As if, at any moment, I might be minding my own business and then BAMMMM … death by quick sand. I blame cartoons and Princess Bride . You know what I wasn't afraid of as a kid? Pretty much anything I should have been.  I certainly wasn't afraid that one day the SAD I felt would become a chronic condition to which I'd need copious amounts of medication in order to just function. Or that so many Karens with their, "I need to speak with the manager," hair cuts would tell me about how badly I need to go outside and hike or something, because I was lacking nature and not the good ol' happy juice my body doesn't make. I feel like these are the same people who call 911 on kids selling lemonade, or black men jogging that "don't belong in the neighbourhood." She lights patchouli incense and smokes her vape pen that smells like children's cereal in the car with her kids in it and the windows completel...

I find it very interesting how hardcore against the term "feminist" people are. YES, there are some TERRIBLE feminists out there, but hey … there are terrible Christians and yet people still use that title with glee. So what is it about FEMINIST that makes women so afraid to be labeled as? When I was 17, I worked for a grocery store here in Wichita that is no more. I wanted desperately to get out of the check stand, and a position opened up back in the dairy department. The initial supervisor for the dairy department told me he wouldn't recommend me because I'm a girl and there's a lot of lifting involved. I went to the supervisors and they had nothing to add. So I then went to the highest of the people I could go to and inquired as to why being a girl had anything to do with anything. I pointed out that there's a lot of heavy lifting in the produce department, and yet a woman was working in that department just fine. I was informed that because I wasn't...