Feminism
It’s a night just like any other. The room is dark. The only source of light comes from the laptop sitting on top of me. I can feel the heat of its system underneath my blanket, and it’s starting to burn. I suppose this is the same experience many adolescents have again and again, for it sure is a recurring one of mine. On my overheating laptop, I surf the web. On the internet there is a plethora of information. I am able to google questions such as “How many different types of bananas are there?” or “How was the world created?”. I am able to watch a new episode of that drama I really, really wanted to see. I am able to illegally download music, or movies. Using this great technology, I am able to experience things from all over the world, whether that be a picture of food in Hong Kong, or a video of a Japanese high school. At the end of the day, the internet helps me feel better. However, I am able to also experience the stubbornness and ugliness of other people all over the world. On a little website called Tumblr, I browse often to pass the time. Throughout my dashboard, I can see anything ranging from a cute dog cuddling a cute cat to the reasons why men are horrible. Because I am an adolescent of the decade, I am frequently using the internet. Although, a few years before, …show more content…
I definitely didn’t know a thing about politics or ideologies—I still don’t. Though, as an eighth grader, knowing more than my fellow classmates made me feel a bit smarter than them. So, I proudly used the word feminist and feminism without knowing much about what it really meant. I even sported a black button with a red feminist symbol on it. I can remember that people would sometimes give me looks or stare at me. I would sometimes hear people say things about me when they thought I couldn’t hear. However, these things made me proud. I thought that people were always afraid of change, and that I was helping the cause of
It’s a night just like any other. The room is dark. The only source of light comes from the laptop sitting on top of me. I can feel the heat of its system underneath my blanket, and it’s starting to burn. I suppose this is the same experience many adolescents have again and again, for it sure is a recurring one of mine. On my overheating laptop, I surf the web. On the internet there is a plethora of information. I am able to google questions such as “How many different types of bananas are there?” or “How was the world created?”. I am able to watch a new episode of that drama I really, really wanted to see. I am able to illegally download music, or movies. Using this great technology, I am able to experience things from all over the world, whether that be a picture of food in Hong Kong, or a video of a Japanese high school. At the end of the day, the internet helps me feel better. However, I am able to also experience the stubbornness and ugliness of other people all over the world. On a little website called Tumblr, I browse often to pass the time. Throughout my dashboard, I can see anything ranging from a cute dog cuddling a cute cat to the reasons why men are horrible. Because I am an adolescent of the decade, I am frequently using the internet. Although, a few years before, …show more content…
I definitely didn’t know a thing about politics or ideologies—I still don’t. Though, as an eighth grader, knowing more than my fellow classmates made me feel a bit smarter than them. So, I proudly used the word feminist and feminism without knowing much about what it really meant. I even sported a black button with a red feminist symbol on it. I can remember that people would sometimes give me looks or stare at me. I would sometimes hear people say things about me when they thought I couldn’t hear. However, these things made me proud. I thought that people were always afraid of change, and that I was helping the cause of