I once read a whole book by Ann Coulter.
At the time, as a privileged (although I didn’t know it) and sheltered white girl just out of high school and trying to find my footing as a grown-up, I bought it. Swallowed her version of reality hook, line, and sinker.
What can I say? I really didn’t know any better.
I joke about it now, because it seems absurd, but at 18 it was simply a function of my education (or lack thereof), my privilege, and my sense of entitlement as a middle-class suburban white kid. I’ve only really found my footing in the adult world over the last couple of years, and sometimes I still struggle, but I think I’m starting to “get it” a little. As a relatively newly-minted atheist, feminist, and progressive–or at least as someone who is finally comfortable enough to self-identify as those things–I find myself wondering what on earth I was thinking. Continue reading