If you can’t talk to your friends about things that matter, and things such as social and racial injustice, discrimination against minority groups, and more, then I’m genuinely sorry your mind isn’t being stimulated to the fullest extent. Talking about surface-level things gets boring after awhile, but maybe that’s just me.
If you take a young man and woman and they both tell a stranger that they work in the same restaurant, it’s very likely that they will assume that the woman is the waitress, and the young man a cook.
But I thought a woman’s place was in the kitchen? Not when she’s being paid for it. I can’t believe it took me this long to realize the implication of this. A woman’s place is one of servitude.
Which is fucked up.