I had an… interesting experience earlier in one of my lessons. We were discussing International Women’s Day and, by extension, feminism. One of my classmates maintains that he’s not a feminist because he “doesn’t give a singular fuck” about women’s issues (including FGM, for goodness’ sake) and he finds feminists “salty” (meaning, in non-bullshit terms, “angry” or “bitter”).
That frustrated me at first (I mean, using “salty” unironically is the mark of a twazzock) but now it just makes me sad. We’ve cultivated a society in which it’s not cool to care. I think it’s painfully tragic that apathy is considered preferable to passion.
I honestly believe passion and enthusiasm are two of the most beautiful emotions a human being can feel. I adore people who are openly passionate about the things they care about, whether that’s feminism, veganism, football, FOOD, even if they’re not subjects I’m knowledgeable about. I love it. I think enthusiastic people are the best kind of people.
The whole reason women around the world are still suffering is precisely because nobody gives a fuck.
We’ve been conditioned as a society into prioritising ourselves over others. That’s just not a feasible way for this species to survive. This is me getting a bit preachy and socialist now – blame Jezza Corbyn – but we’ve got to change. We’ve got to start taking care of our fellow human beings.
So let’s make a pact, you and I, dear reader, right now.
Promise me that, no matter the odds, no matter how uncool it might seem, you will always, always do your best to care. It’s difficult, I know, but we can’t change any of the awful injustices occurring every single day unless somebody, anybody, cares.