As a younger, inquisitive college student I slowly but surely educated myself on the topic of modern-day sexism, until one day in recent years I came to an alarming realization: younger me was a sexist.
As a kid, adults always told me never to talk to strangers, under any circumstance. Perhaps decent advice for a small child that doesn’t yet know the difference between right and wrong. What I was never taught, however, is that there are a lot of genuinely kindhearted, fascinating people in the world who can teach you different outlooks on life. And yes, in fact many of them are strangers.
This year I’ve opted to do what’s affectionately known as “Jewish Christmas.” If you’re unfamiliar with the term, it refers to the (maybe offensive, maybe true) stereotype that every year on Christmas, Jewish people go out to eat at Chinese restaurants. Now, if you read my post explaining why I don’t like religion, you’re probably a little confused as to why I’m doing a “Jewish Christmas” if I’m not Jewish (or religious at all, for that matter).
I have a confession: I was once a weird-looking dweeby middle-schooler with braces and terrible fashion sense. I saw the pretty popular girls in my eighth grade class and dreamed that one day, I’d be pretty like them and then my life would be perfect; boys would pay attention to me and other girls would long to be pretty like me.