“I think it pisses God off if you walk by the color purple in a field somewhere and don’t notice it.” —Alice Walker
I wear my shirt daily to start conversation, to be understood and understand, to dig deep, to recognize and erase any hypocrisies I carry, to put myself in uncomfortable situations that I may grow out simply by walking down the street, and to show brilliant, purple, hard-to-miss intent (LOOKING GOOD DOING IT). Its time has come. It’s not a perfect shirt, or perfect action, or perfect body/person behind, but IT what I have; I’ll make the most.
I will be chronicling my experiences here.
1 “Don’t you have to be female to be a feminist?”
It’s been too cold to wear a t-shirt the past few weeks. I wore it in a coffee house once, but nothing of note happened: I think someone laughed.
STL Zoo Packed day, parents were obviously disturbed. No other noticeable reactions, perhaps due to a misstep on my glasses a few weeks ago.