I’m finishing up work, finally, at Starbucks - a meeting place for canvassers on the campaign and there was a young girl having the most deliciously fantastic temper tantrum. I mean, my head hurts and I’m tired, but for once, I was kind of mesmerized by how adamant and powerful a 5-year-old could be saying, “no.” For a moment, I thought about how we often quiet our voices, shamed into politeness, restrictiveness, sometimes societal submissiveness and for a moment, even with my head hurting, even as I knew she needed to be scolded, because she was being kind of a brat, a little part of me died when she was finally removed from the coffee shop. I want little girls that have those big voices and strong emotions to live into adulthood and old age. I want them to never stop screaming at a patriarchal society that does everything it can to take rights away from fellow human beings. I want little girls with big voices, shouting, making heads hurt, hearts hurt. I want people to die when a little girl is taken out of a room for being obstinate and stubborn, especially when the rules are stacked against her.
I want little girls with big voices.
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