One of my biggest pet peeves is when people say: 

“Yes, this is a tragedy, but we can’t forget about this more gruesome event that happened.” 

or 

“Yes, this is a tragedy, but don’t forget about the millions of others of people that die everyday.” 

I agree, there will always be a more gruesome act of terror than another, but does it really matter? 

Does it really matter which act of terror had the most victims? 

When it comes down to it, somebody’s family, sibling, and even friend, died today. To them, their whole world has just collapsed. No matter how many other people died in another senseless act of destruction, this is the one that matters most to them. 

Just because it matters to one person does not mean that it should be something that matters to every person, but it also does not mean that we should say that something else worse happened. 

For the families of those affected today, nothing worse has happened. 

During these acts of destruction, we should take the time to be closer to each other, rather than causing division by saying that something worse has happened to more people. 

Rather than trying to prove that something worse is happening somewhere else, we should take the time to reflect on all acts of terror. 

Hopefully by coming together and reflecting on the past, we may even be able to change the future. 

i wish i could say that i don’t need feminism. i wish i could say that women were inherently equal to men, that women don’t need a day devoted to them. i wish i could say that, as a woman, i don’t have it harder than men. 

i wish i could say that i don’t need feminism. 

but i do. 

i need feminism because the size of my breasts are not my defining feature.

i need feminism because i shouldn’t have to wear a lower cut shirt if i want male attention. 

i need feminism because i shouldn’t have to wear a less revealing shirt if i don’t want male attention. 

i need feminism because i need men to understand that i don’t want their attention. 

i wish i could say that i don’t get treated differently because i am a women. i wish i could say that i wasn’t bullied yesterday, on a day devoted to me, because i am seen as weak and an easy target. 

i need feminism because i’m tired of being treated like an inferior being. i’m tired of being terrified when a man talks to me. i’m tired of feeling like my opinion isn’t being heard, purely because i have different anatomy. 

i am a strong, independent woman, and i am so tired of the society that doesn’t see me that way. 

for all these reasons, and so many more, i need feminism. 

i need feminism, but i wish i could say i didn’t. 

i’m a wreck

so much can change in just one conversation. 

it’s just one of those days when i feel tired and sad.

and all that it brings