thinking about language and how when we come to
thinking about language
and how, when we come to ID different words as being oppressive and how some people take this as an (erroneous) restriction on their free expression.
(never realizing of course that freeing themselves from being oppressive is so much more meaningful)
you know one of the things i love best about learning about all of this? about learning how some words have histories of oppression and that using them hurts?
how it forces me to grow as a writer (and person) how it forces me to be so much more…
in how i use language
instead of being oppressive
i get to show everyone how much i care. how much love i have for everyone.
because i’m willing to spend that extra second to make sure that my words don’t oppress