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Hey girl, just listening to you talk about Patricia Hill Collins' matrix of domination whereby race, gender, and class ideologies permeate the social structure to such a degree that they become hegemonic and thanking my lucky stars for you.
Hey girl, sometimes I think about Foucault's theory of marriage as a governmentally developed tool that interferes with the appropriation of land rights, normalizes heterosexuality, and subjugates a woman's sexuality and it makes me want to cry with you.
Hey girl, just daydreaming about what a kick-ass, injustice-thumping, crime-fighting duo Emma Goldman and I would make.
Hey girl, you built a room of your own and a room in my heart.
Hey girl, the post-feminist fetishization of motherhood is deeply rooted in classism but I still think we'd make cute babies.
Hey girl, I know how Judith Butler feels about subverting the dominant paradigm and rejecting the naturalization of heteronormativity, but I got you this flower.
Hey girl, my perfect Saturday is a hot cup of tea at sunrise, a trip to the Farmer's Market, and curling up on the couch to figure out bell hooks' theory that feminism is a struggle to eradicate the ideology of domination that permeates Western culture with you.
Hey girl, start a revolution. Stop hating your body.