“The thing about patriarchy is that individual men, gay and straight, are often really wonderful people who you love deeply, but they have internalized some really poisonous shit. So every once in a while they say or do something that really shakes you because you’re no longer totally certain they see you as a human being, and you feel totally disempowered to explain that to them.”
Have I reblogged this before?
Do I care?
See: me, all my male friends ever. I love my guy friends, I really do, but that doesn’t stop me from getting incredibly upset when one of them questions, for example, the idea of privilege, or the pervasiveness of sexualized art in comics. Or makes a rape joke. It’s like suddenly being reminded how very different our perspectives are and though I can make strides and try to explain things and maybe make some parallels (my boyfriend is very receptive to this; thank you, boyfriend), there’s just some things that some of my guy friends will never even be able to comprehend and it’s supremely frustrating.
This is every man I have ever been in a relationship with, ever been related to, ever been friends with. Pretty much.
Are John Cho fans called the Chosen Ones?