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So, basically once you’re a proclaimed vegan-feminist, or tell someone you are one, you’re automatically challenged with a thousand questions. All these questions in a tone of contrarian, ass-hole like proportions. Hoping to point out hypocrisy in each stance and rebellion against the norm.
Just be happy for me? If anything I’m choosing to eat healthier and more thoughtfully. I’m choosing to reach out and attempt to broaden the scope of gender politics. What a tragedy. Anything but this!
Just because I made these choices doesn’t automatically entail I’m going to shove my agenda down your throat. When it comes to veganism, I don’t expect shit. But when it comes to feminism, it’s kinda touchy. Honestly, I expect things, equality things. Respect and shit.
Being radical comes with the price of being looked upon as…crazy. Ridiculous. Extremist. Stupid.
Well, fuck you.
