Everything's Trash, But It's Okay

by Phoebe Robinson

Not that I’m the arbiter on who does and who doesn’t get to be a feminist, but I have some questions about some of the behavior I’m seeing. I think a huge part of the reason questionable choices and comments are being made is because there is no one, correct, strict way to be a feminist. And sometimes, despite our best intentions, we all often fail to live up to what feminism should be and do for all women.

I don’t know if any of you dear readers have had the pleasure of a childhood idol showing you some love, but “surreal” barely begins to describe it. It kind of feels like the firework of #BlackGirlMagic that explodes when Venus and Serena Williams greet each other every morning with a titty bump. Or like the pure joy that occurs when my friends and I bust out the choreography from *NSYNC’s “Bye Bye Bye” music video despite not having seen it in more than a decade. Or the hug from a parent that feels like home no matter where the two of you are when the hug is going down.