I need feminism because my dad thinks that me and my mom are perfect examples of all women everywhere…even though the woman he works with climbs mountains in her spare time.
I need feminism because I shouldn’t have to be scared for my life when my dad shouts at me for telling him he doesn’t have my permission to send my art to people I don’t know.
I need feminism because my dad met my mom when he kissed her in the dark without her consent and somehow they both find that funny and romantic.
I need third-wave feminism because my dad is racist but pulls the ‘I have a POC friends’ card to explain himself - and the argument is supposed to stop there.
I need feminism because this is a man who constantly tell sme he’s always right, but he never has been - and yet the only person who gets told off is me for daring to argue with him.
I need feminism because I both have no idea and know perfectly well why my mom thought he was worthy to love.
Alright, brat, let’s tear you a new fucking asshole since apperently your current asshole is not functioning as it should and the shit is piling up inside you where your organs should be. You have shit flowing out of your mouth, metaphorically speaking. So let’s rectify this shit and give you a functioning asshole to get rid of this SHIT you call a thought process.
First, don’t ever use comic sans, holy shit.
Holy fuck, your dad loves you and your mother and thinks you’re perfect. What exactly is the problem here? So you and your mother don’t rock climb… are you suddenly oppressed? I can picture it now - your entire house is a torture chamber for you and your mother. Nope.
Your father shouting at you does not mean he’s going to be physically violent. Holy shit. Has there ever been abuse in your home? No? Then shut the fuck up. A lot of people grew up in physically abusive environments. You are trying to act like you know what it’s like. You don’t. I assure you. So unless your father beats you, you should just calm the fuck down. And seeing as you sound like a teenager, it’s actually quite reasonable that he doesn’t want you mailing things to strangers from the internet from your house. Gee, I wonder why? Maybe because you’re a teenage girl and easy prey. Some guy gets your deviant art shit in the mail, he gets your address, and he turns out to be a serial murdering rapist. Or a stalker. Or a thief. Or a kleptomaniac. How about this? You find a better way to share your art, in a safe way. Mail it from a PO box, maybe? Never give them personal details? Use your head.
And now we get to the best part of your shit-post: You’re implying your parent’s relationship is abusive. Or that he never had consent for anything. God damn, fuck your shit. It’s clear while it wasn’t the ideal start, they have had a lasting relationship, and looking back on it your mother enjoyed it. So stop calling your mother some victim of something, and stop slandering your own father.
You’re obviously young and have no clue what your father’s friends think about him. Adults are complex. How do you know that his black friend doesn’t agree with him? Have you even considered that? Do you truly understand your father’s opinions or are you projecting them over the internet?
My father is never right
You’re now all-knowing. You know better than your father. I’ll tell you what - move out. Right now. Come on, you know better than he does, so why do you need him to provide for you? You’re clearly better suited to care for yourself than he is. You’re smarter, right? You seem to have this fantasy that your mother is a battered wife and a victim. You should probably call the cops on your way out the door.
You make me sick. You’re an ungreatful little shit, and I’d be ashamed of you if you were my child.
Congratulations. You have won the asshole of the year award for unprecedented assumption-making about a situation you know nothing about and unnecessary belittling of a person you’ve never met. You may collect your trophy and cunt punt/dick kick at the door.
Very hard to take my asshole of the year award seriously when you’re the one advocating violence.
Stay lovely, Tumblr-sphere.