I exist in a constant state of rebellion. It takes different forms. Sometimes I rebel against what I perceive as unjust or unfair rules placed upon me by my surroundings. As an example, once upon a time I may or may not have walked around for several months with this hidden symbol on the back of my nametag.
I can also be an instigator of said rebellion. I may or may not have supplied others with just such a symbol to place behind their nametags, as a sign of our collective solidarity. Continue reading “Taming the Carnivore, or, A Woman’s Place is in the Rebellion”
