People hate feminists. Even those who agree with its principles seem to be turned off by the larger idea of feminism.
The weight of the world is heavy, so we sometimes take refuge at our local Unitarian Universalist Church. It’s not a place of preaching, but one of teaching, questioning, reflecting, learning. When the minister speaks, it feels less like listening to a sermon are more like sitting by a campfire chatting with a funny, wise professor.
Even though I grew up in the South, I spent most of my time there avoiding country music. As an aspiring writer, I just couldn’t connect with the lyrics of saloon tunes like “Achy Breaky Heart” and “Boot Scootin’ Boogie.” But over time, I came to realize that those silly line-dance songs were actually outliers in a genre full of rich storytelling.