I have no idea where this all came from last night, but it was a stimulating self-directed discussion nevertheless.
But waking up 6 hours after my last 4AM comment, I still have the same questions. I feel conscious now. Should I check my privilege?
Do we have the right to feel insulted and to go on the offensive against the “other”’s form of expression? When they were being driven to that corner by the very system which engineered us, were we not conspicuously silent?
At least I was. I can’t remember the last time I went to a rally for the impoverished. As a middle class baby I’ve only written some ten essays about the plight of people I don’t identify with. I can’t remember the last time I made a rant about media that was less about female representation and more about intersectional representation. So uhm.