Ultimate goal: Get men to stop referring to feminism as “female supremacy.”
Interim goal: Get pokeboy69 to stop referring to me as a “cunt.”
Ultimate goal: Convince men, particularly those who claim to be allies, to more regularly take up the cause of feminism.
Interim goal: Convince men, particularly our roommates, to more regularly take out the trash.
Ultimate goal: Get society to recognize us as full-fledged humans who deserve rights and autonomy over our own bodies.
Interim goal: Get automatic faucets to recognize us as full-fledged humans who desperately need to wash our hands.
Ultimate goal: Hold men accountable for their actions.
Interim goal: Hold female friends in a supportive group hug.
Ultimate goal: Increase representation of women in high-powered careers.
Interim goal: Increase representation of women at this poorly attended open mic.
Ultimate goal: Get rid of toxic male harassers in positions of power.
Interim goal: Get rid of this recurring UTI.
Ultimate goal: Change the fashion industry so we don’t constantly feel the need to live up to unrealistic beauty standards.
Interim goal: Change my boyfriend’s sheets so I don’t constantly feel like I’m sleeping in a pita chip factory.
Ultimate goal: More women running for Congress.
Interim goal: Fewer men running from their feelings.
Ultimate goal: Band together to break the glass ceiling.
Interim goal: Band together to break up with mediocre men.
Ultimate goal: Get men to swallow the fact that male privilege exists.
Interim goal: Get men to swallow birth control that causes weight gain and decreased sex drive, with no complaints.
Ultimate goal: Tear down the patriarchy.
Interim goal: Tear up while watching Lady Bird with your mom.
Ultimate goal: Eliminate the gender pay gap because we deserve equal pay for equal work.
Interim goal: Eliminate The Gap because we deserve jeans that flatter our butts.
Ultimate goal: Take what’s ours.
Interim goal: Take a nap.