So, I’m Anna… Don’t think you saw that coming. Six-eighths Celtic, two-eighths English and half-Bulgarian and utterly confused between the three, and I'm obsessed with Ireland into the mix. I love books, and I’m scared of nearly everything mankind has discovered so far. In my spare time, I can be found in transit to the CBD, writing poetry, speaking in Elizabethan English, lurking in a corner, having a peach fight, running around in the rain or eating chocolate.
ah tis a bit early on in the day for that kinda carry-on now
Me: (after demonstrating a piece of software I had written to be used for quality reporting by Medicare health plans): So that's how it works, any questions?
Medicare Official: Wow, it's great. Who is the programmer?
Me: I am.
Medicare Official: But who actually wrote the code?
Me: That would be me...the programmer.
Because apparently Black, women programmers don't actually WRITE CODE. 10 years ago, at headquarters in Washington, D.C. I felt irritated at having to explain that yes, I am a REAL programmer.
there’s a group of men on the tv answering a survey about “how much they really know about women” and they asked “which percentage of women do not orgasm from intercourse alone” and they all answered 15 when the real answer was 75 and their faces were just abysmal it gave me life
How to Turn All Your Essays into Feminist Rants No Matter the Subject Matter: An Autobiography by Me.
they are no easy answers to racism or racialized sexism
there are no cut-and-dry solutions for surviving the white heteropatriarchy
there isn’t an easy way to be an intersectional feminist
resistance doesn’t come with a user’s guide
it’s supposed to be difficult
it’s supposed to make you uncomfortable
it’s supposed to shatter your perceptions
if you’re not uneasy you are part of the problem