There’s comes a point and it’s like, I’m not here to put a smile on your miserable face. So I’m just not going to try anymore because it feels too much like rejection when your face doesn’t soften at the sight of me
This quote is from her essay Black Women Don’t Owe You Shit. It speaks to the very consistent problem of dealing with White women’s White privilege and how that impedes feminist discourse or even friendship. I completely relate to her on this and have written about this a lot myself. I could feel her tiredness here. The woman who harassed her online also included my Twitter handle in her harassment though I never spoke to this woman in my life. And her workplace experiences? Been there. Must read essay.
I need emotional armour. Being affected by stuff is getting very tiresome
Even if a jury deems you not guilty or it goes unproven. You know, and I know. You’re a guilty bastard and living with that will eat you away until you ruin yourself.