Feminism and donkeys

When you fall in love with someone, you will definitely try to find out what the other person likes.

Zhimai has been trying to catch up on things that Qingxuan is interested in these days.

A hole was broken in her world view, and various information flew over like snowflakes, like a handful of popping candy in her brain, and high-pressure carbon dioxide bubbles exploded one after another.

She is numb.

But not completely numb.

Zhimai was still able to extract a clue from the complicated information, and began to devour it continuously.

There are generally several types of femini□ developed in the West, and countless genres that have been differentiated in China are even more numerous, and they are inextricably arguing and indistinguishable due to subtle differences.

At the beginning, Zhimai was attracted by novel ideas, and she felt that this was also reasonable, and that was also reasonable.In the end, they all liked them and dared not participate in the discussion.

She holds the mobile phone and scans the information every day, like a sponge addicted to smoking, absorbing all kinds of new knowledge crazily.

Qingxuan saw it all, and she didn't think it was a good thing, nor a bad thing, it was just a predestined fate.

Women's identities will one day guide them here, and until then, anyone who forcefully instills ideas on them will only help the seedlings.

Zhimai lingered in the women's rights area, and was surprised to find that girls who were much younger than them published their theories on the Internet, with firm and powerful beliefs.

She is a little ashamed, at this age, she seems to be at both ends of the head, vacillating, like a handful of weeds lingering among various opinions and falling down with the wind.

Until she came across Qingxuan's article, which was posted 1 minute ago:

"Cultural contention among a hundred schools of thought has promoted the unprecedented prosperity of academia and lit up the bright lights of the ideological world. The monopoly of one party's opinion is not a good thing for the fledgling women's rights.

The sparks generated by different frictions will generate new ideas, and the confrontation of each point of view will reflect the independent thinking behind it, and will affect the silent onlookers, even if it is just a little bit, the thoughts are shining brightly. "

"Things are constantly changing. Under the new progress brought about by cross-diversity, there is no absolute point of view. Now radical, maybe one day in the future will be labeled conservative by the next generation. At this time, the concept is right or wrong, It might turn upside down in the future."

"Her approval of disputes and tolerance of differences reflects her open and tenacious character.

Women's rights continue to repair and grow through self-criticism and attack, and become more tenacious, powerful, and indomitable. She will never be destroyed. "

Too stubborn may become rigid, they should be flexible, fluid, adaptable——

Although the weakness and compromise brought about by seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages and compromising may lead to backwardness and backwardness, things are always moving forward and spiraling upwards. There has never been smooth progress. Only by continuous trial and error can we find the ultimate road.

Zhimai froze for a while, read this passage over and over again, and then looked at Qingxuan, only to see that she was facing the laptop, as if concentrating on it.

"This is just my personal opinion, and it may not be right, but I hope it can alleviate your troubles."

Qingxuan still spoke, she always had a very optimistic and even supportive attitude towards these disputes of different positions.

No matter how loud the quarrel was, she believed that when it came to the fundamental issue of distinguishing friend from foe, women would always unite.

Zhimai walked behind Qingxuan, hugged her neck silently, and knocked her chin on her hair.

They used the same shampoo fragrance, and Zhimai could smell her different scent every time, as if it smelled better than her own.

"I know, as long as I choose what is useful to me, I don't have to accept everything."

Qingxuan responded softly, squeezed Zhimai's hand, and rubbed it on his face.

She thinks these are very trendy things, and she hopes that her junior sister can love herself more after getting in touch with her.

They hugged each other, as if they also held the same idea, and they were very close.

Feminism is irreversible. If you accept even a little bit, you can't turn back, and you can't continue to pretend to be asleep. You can only choose to move forward and continue to transform.

She felt like something was dying, and something was reviving.

Not long after the peaceful days, Zhimai sensed something was wrong.

Something is wrong.Sister, something is wrong these days.

In the past three days, Qingxuan came home an hour late, and the number of chatting on the mobile phone increased, especially tonight, he even smelled a little alcohol.

Even though it was only a small detail, the vigilant Zhimai still noticed it.

Under Zhimai's request, Qingxuan usually takes the rest of the work home to do. There is no project to be busy recently, and the students he brought will not be pestering her for so long after get off work, right?

After asking, Qingxuan answered honestly.

It was said that a new colleague came to the school, who happened to be Qingxuan's high school classmate, so they chatted for a while after get off work.

Weaving wheat is clear, is that all?

But for women in love, the sixth sense is always particularly strong, and Zhimai faintly feels that something is wrong with things that seem to be normal

She decided to believe her feelings, and planned to take some time to go to Qingxuan's unit to find out.

They claimed to be sisters who live together together, but their relationship is better.As for how long this relationship will be in ambush underground, the two are also very open-minded.

It is enough to live a good life, why bother telling the world to satisfy the useless vanity? It is not necessary to win the approval of others, and it may even cause some troubles.

Economic downturn, conservatism resurgence, within the system, "abnormality" is not allowed.

But compromising with the general environment does not mean that Zhimai will also give in to those who covet Qingxuan.

Zhimai frowned tightly, she had a premonition that there must be something wrong with the senior sister's new colleague.

I haven't seen my old classmate Xunhui for many years, and Qingxuan is very pleasantly surprised to see him again today.

Besides, she was her deskmate back then, so when Xunhui invited her to have a drink, Qingxuan happily agreed.

After so many years, there were very few letters. After meeting, the two were very sad.

Xunhui has a restrained and calm aura, she still remembers Qingxuan's little habit back then, telling the waiter to remove certain ingredients.

The years have smoothed the sharp edges and corners of their bodies, and the youthful and frivolous spirit has settled into a mature and stable one.

They mellowly exchange adult topics, and immediately retract their tentacles when they encounter privacy, cleverly avoiding all minefields, exquisite and thoughtful.

Xun Hui is very good at chatting, with elegant and decent conversation, never letting the scene cool down, and gently throwing out other topics after one topic is over.

Qingxuan was amazed that his old classmate became so good at dancing, and at the same time enjoyed this kind of maturity like a spring breeze.

Qingxuan sighed secretly, time is a sword, he chiseled people into another appearance with knives and axes, the current Xunhui is really far from what it was back then.