Sexism is everyone’s problem, but many continue to ignore the fact that we are not two separate species and paint it as a women’s issue, to the point where you can reliably predict that any given news article about sexism will inevitably talk about how ‘women are outraged.’ No, you know who’s outraged? Anyone with fucking common sense.
I can recognize symptoms of domestic violence and abuse in a second, but when I was in the middle of it, it didn’t look anything like I expected. I was in love. I imagined a daughter, a domestic life. People don’t always get along, I thought. Lovers fight. It’s different because we’re both women. It’s different because we’re both writers. Both passionate.
Toward the end of our relationship, she told me a story about her teacher’s two cats.
“They’re so tightly bonded, they do everything together,” she said. “They eat together, sleep together, and even move together. But sometimes, they tear each other apart, because they’re so close. Kind of like us.”
If it ever looks like this, I am telling you to run.