location: London, UK
the look: jacket from H&M, thrifted top, jeans and sunnies from Topshop, shoes from Zara, bag from Anthropologie
Some days it's difficult to be an expat, to gaze from afar as my country seems to internally combust. Donald Trump is now the sole Republican candidate, running on the never ending fumes of racism, sexism, and a general cocktail of hostility and arrogance (I still maintain that his candidacy was designed to be some bizarre act of political mockery that went horribly wrong - or right for him, I suppose). New bathroom laws that discriminate against transgender people are being crafted by frighteningly disturbing political leaders whom have been accused of sexual assault, or think there needs to be an NAAWP (in which WP = White People). It's exhausting, and disheartening, and, depending on my mood, either makes me want stay in Europe forever or rush back to the States in a naive bid to fix it all.
As important as it is to fully scrutinize all of these little atrocities that all add up to one massive, seemingly unsolvable clusterfuck, it is equally important to find joy, which yesterday for me was the discovery of Samantha Bee's new show, Full Frontal, where she releases the full spectrum of her sharp tongue, on par with John Oliver's Last Week Tonight and Jon Stewart's tenure at the Daily Show. Or OMGYes, the website detailing women's sexuality in a candid, educational way, before which I've never seen the likes of. Sex, especially sex for women, is still such a taboo topic, and I am ever so thrilled there's a website to enlighten women about their own bodies, an education I never received elsewhere - except for the occasional late night, tipsy girl talk (speckled with giggling, of course). It's so easy to focus on the negativity that little victories are forgotten in lieu of the sometimes idealistic fight for gender equality. I struggle with the feminist academics who declare social victories, like legalizing gay marriage or allowing for the full inclusion of women in the military, as imperialist ploys to win the good will and support of the public and evade scrutiny of questionable decisions and tactics. But I don't see these things as causal - every once in a while, it might simply be that good wins out, that the better side of humanity wins out. Perhaps this is why despite the constant uphill battle feminism directs my way I can't help but embrace the desire to keep punching. I often wonder, despite the other brands of ideology I've grown weary of, how feminism has managed to permanently settle into my spirit, a driving force that compels me to dive head first into the mess. My hopes are frequently dashed, and I retreat, bone-tired, to my bed in attempts to ignore the gushing heartache of the world. But I still get up, inexplicably sometimes, and cling to tenacity because it makes me so damn cheery when a group of brilliant men and women curate a website dedicated to ending the stigma around the female orgasm, or when Caitlyn Moran writes a new book (so far her words have succeeded in making me laugh so hard I peed, on two separate occasions). So, chin up and fight on - we can never have enough of this attitude.