Dear Mr. VP,
I’m at a conference this weekend. You’d be horrified, actually, if you were here. Thousands of reproductive rights and social justice activists and advocates together to talk about building a movement? Yikes! Shut that shit down as fast as possible.
This afternoon I went to a workshop on resisting the right, but considering intersectionality while doing so. I was reminded that there are actual jobs where your actual work is to research the right-wing. Come on! How do I not have that job? That’s like my damn dream job, and also the thought of spending my life researching you is horrifying. I am large, I contain multitudes.
I’m going to percolate a bit more on my thoughts about what we talked about, and about the abortion speak-out tonight, and about the workshops I attend tomorrow. But I wanted you to know we’re here, and we’re figuring out how to beat you.