It's honestly so heartbreaking to think that the most vibrant feminist discourse I've ever seen on here was probably casually taking place around a campfire on, like, day one of a womyn's commune back in the 70s. So much of our culture and tradition and history deliberately erased, mocked, belittled, destroyed. So much of it painstakingly rebuilt in every new generation, when we should all be standing on the shoulders of giants by now. Grateful for the women going before me and beside me, still carefully kindling these little flames of feminist insight no matter how hard the wind starts to blow.