Quoth a girl in the therapy group I attended up until last week: “Um, why do you care so much about all these issues that have nothing to do with you?”
I thought about it for a few days. According to her and certain other people I know, I have no right to complain about the state of the world. After all, I’m a white, middle-class, cisgender (probably) girl – if I were any more dull, the Wonderbread company would be calling asking for my secret. (The only thing really keeping me from being the Stereotypical Privileged Girl is the fact that I’m an agnostic pansexual.) Why should I care? Why am I not lying back and enjoying my comfortable life?
Dear people who have told me to do just this, I have an answer to your question.
BECAUSE I HAVE A BRAIN