the way out is 👉 right now & 🫵 right here

- don't know enough about it, and have only heard bad things so they stay away.

- know enough about it, the power it could potentially wield, and as such warn others away from it.

Their goal in calling radical feminists miserable doomers who have no hope/joy/fun etc, is to psyop other women into avoiding real, meaningful feminism and undermine class consciousness and solidarity.

Expressing our joys in radical feminism and solidarity with other women, will directly undermine their efforts. This is why it's just as important to publicly share the things that make you happy as a radical feminist, to counteract the propaganda employed by TRAs/TIMs to scare other women away from us.

Being openly happy and proud to be a woman, and a radical feminist, is revolutionary.

These were also posts that said, point blank, you don't need to feel guilty for that and that you don't owe these women anything. They often choose to live with and around males, despite knowing the same statistics and facts about male violence and crime we do.

Modernist artist Georgia O'Keeffe on one of her many camping trips into the desert.

New Mexico

I love writing characters who think they’re fine but are actually walking emotional house fires with bad coping mechanisms.

They stop doing the things they used to love and don’t even notice. Their guitar gathers dust. Their favorite podcast becomes background noise. Their hobbies feel like homework now.

They pick the path of least resistance every time, even when it hurts them. No, they don’t want to go to that thing. No, they don’t want to talk to that person. But whatever’s easier. That’s the motto now.

They’re tired but can’t sleep. Or they sleep but wake up more tired. Classic burnout move: lying in bed with their brain racing like a toddler on espresso.

They give other people emotional advice they refuse to take themselves. “You have to set boundaries!” they say—while ignoring 8 texts from someone they should’ve cut off three emotional breakdowns ago.

They cry at something stupidly small. Like spilling soup. Or a dog in a commercial. Or losing their pen. The soup is never just soup.

They say “I’m just tired” like it’s a personality trait now. And not like… emotionally drained to the bone but afraid to admit it out loud.

They ghost people they love, not out of malice, but because even replying feels like too much. Social battery? Absolutely obliterated. Texting back feels like filing taxes.

They stop reacting to big things. Catastrophes get a blank stare. Disasters feel like “just another Tuesday.” The well of feeling is running dry.

They avoid being alone with their own thoughts. Constant noise. TV always on. Music blasting. Because silence = reckoning, and reckoning is terrifying.

"In woman there is a sensitiveness both of mind and body—even dreams seem real—sympathies are keener, and bad news depresses unreasonably."

We are all familiar with the old stereotype that women are more emotional, hysterical, unsensible and irrational. How much of that was a real trend, but caused by burnout and overworking? Frazzled nerves and exhausted bodies obviously lead to emotionality and irrationality, as this post on burnout covers.