Over the years, I've had people say to me, "hey, why don't you ever come out and hang with us? There's so much to do out here! So many people to socialize with!" My response: why socialize with people when you could be eating soft cheeses? So for your consideration, here's a list of soft cheeses that you would rather spend your time with than most people.
Like many women (and other people with common sense) of this era, I consider myself a feminist. Some days, I am better at practicing what I preach than others. Still, I have come a long way from the tiny, self-proclaimed misogynist I had been as a child. Like many other young women my age steeped in internalized misogyny, I had come from a long history of under-appreciating Carrie Fischer and a whole host of other toxic sins committed against other women. So when I first moved in with my badass, punk-femme of a roommate, I'll admit that I was a tiny bit nervous. Would all the sins of my andro-butch gremlin of my teenage self come back to bite me in the ass now? Opposite. My roommate welcomed me into the fold of femme-appreciation with open arms like the goddess she is. And of the many things she has taught me thus far, here are a few I wish that my adolescent self had known:
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