Feminists respect men more than pick me tradwives' do. Tradwives reduce you to a paycheck and a bodyguard. They want a tool, not a partner. Feminists demand more from you because they know you're capable of more. They want emotional intelligence, shared responsibilities, and an authentic human being, not a 'provider' robot. Stop confusing 'submissiveness' with respect. Feminism is actually the one wanting to share the weight of the world with you.
Let that sink in.
I don’t care if someone works in an office, a warehouse, a restaurant, or cleans floors. If you give 40 hours of your life every week, you should be able to pay rent, buy groceries, cover your bills, and still have enough left to breathe a little. That shouldn’t be some dream. It should be normal. The fact that so many people work full-time and still live stressed, behind, and one emergency away from disaster tells you this system is failing the people who keep it running.
Woman: He assaulted me.
World: We need proof. Please provide your DNA, video, photos, witnesses, text messages, medical history, 3rd grade report card, dogs character assessment of you, fingerprints, last 5 jobs with references, access to all social media accounts, a statement from the woman who babysat you when you were 2, credit score, and a full biometric work up. Oh and one of your baby teeth.
Man: I didn't do it.
World: That's all the proof we need. She's a liar.
Men: “When girls go out wearing tiny, tight, skimpy outfits… they could choose something less provocative, so they’re basically asking for it.”
So by that logic, if I see you out in public without protective headgear, does that give me the right to smash your head? I mean, you chose not to protect yourself, right?
That’s how absurd that reasoning sounds when you apply it anywhere else.
And like Miley Cyrus said:
“I didn’t talk badly about you—I talked about what you did to me. If that makes you look bad, that’s not my problem anymore.”
For a relationship to truly work, you have to understand that you & your partner are two different people with different pasts, trying to build one future. You didn't grow up the same, & you won't always see eye to eye & that's okay. What matters is how you handle it. You need to communicate without every conversation turning into an argument, listen even when you're frustrated, & move forward without keeping score. You can't build something real if every disagreement creates distance. It takes maturity to grow together while keeping emotions in check.
Women are out here sharing live locations, checking the backseats of cars, and holding their hands over their drinks. Men are doing 3 hour podcasts about how unfair it is that we don't smile at them. The disconnect is fatal.
A lot of people don’t know this, but @OfficialRezz and I are actually homies and talk all the time. She’s one of my truest friends in this whole music scene, and whenever we’re on the same festival lineup I make it a mission to hunt her down and hang. She’s helped me through a ton of mental spirals and second-guessing, and I honestly cherish the hell out of her friendship. We actually started this song years ago with @BRVMESofficial (but I’m the procrastination king), so I’m beyond stoked it’s finally out in the world. A massive thank you to Rezz for always being patient and listening to my deranged 1am voice notes that sound like a raccoon trying to explain jazz.
Love you, Isabelle ❤️ congrats on the album!
I wanna marry into a family that feels like a family. Sunday dinners, birthdays, holidays, random movie nights. I don’t want it to just be “us,” I want a whole village that feels like home