"second wave feminism told women it was okay to want–to eat, to wear pants, to be single, to have sex, to protest, whatever–but that didn’t mean that, by the 90s, the culture had absorbed the message. so even though I don’t like her, or identify with her, the bridget jones type feels uncomfortably familiar–a woman who is struggling with her desires, who seems unclear on how much she’s allowed to want, how much is possible for her to get."

my therapist told me that i’m not good at figuring out how much i’m allowed to need and i was like, shit, i should really correct that blog post. (related?) she also told me that my identity has to do with “not needing anything from anyone” and i was like, um, wow.