so often a woman’s patience is expected and demanded and absolutely taken for granted. be patient in public, with children, with your husband, with being talked over, with being talked down to, with the constant catcalling, with the boys in the class, with the slow change that we are promised will come, with raising the “next generation right” because we’ve given up on all present ones, with everything from subtle harassment to all-out assault. we are reminded patience is a virtue, and it comes first.
i’ve been noticing it a lot more recently. it looks a lot like silence, that’s all.
