There is simply no good fucking reason for this. Do I really need to explain this one? For the … Continue reading Why Can’t Children Take Their Mother’s Last Name?
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I consider myself a very social person, but if I’m being honest, I constantly feel that I am always on the outside looking in.
I often wonder if it accounts for my strength or my not knowing a damn thing about anything that I actively put myself in these situations where I am knowingly at my most uncomfortable. Perhaps, in essence, it sounds appealing navigating within a social network completely unknown to me. I’m hoping to find people who think just like I do. Other women who are looking for other female comradery. Continue reading “The Patriarchal Reasons I Got Married at 18”