The problem is that this job, the one you love, probably doesn’t exist. And if you make it your primary goal to find a job that you love, you will be unemployed for a very long time.

And every time we squick around with calling ourselves feminists, we continue to appease the status quo. We sell ourselves short with our fear of being loud, or offensive, or ugly. It’s not a label, it’s a fight. One that is eons away from over.

So, Governor, when you say ‘work harder,’ I want to know if you’re really asking me to add another 15-20 hours to my week? If not, where do I make the cuts?