Das schreit geradezu nach einer Hack-Mandel-Füllung.

Never ask a woman her age.

A man the length of his penis.

And Someone who posts memes like this how long they had to dig to get to this ancient stereotype.

What I tried so far:

• talking to like minded souls
• volunteering with non-profits dedicated to protecting the environment
• getting politically involved
• boycotting the shit out of companies supporting Trump

It’s not perfect, but it helps not feeling so damn helpless.

Even if it was the fastest standard with the latest hardware, a shit load of memory, the best camera imaginable … I wouldn’t want anything in my house with the name “Trump” on it, even if it were a gift.

I also don’t live anywhere near the US. Do I feel like I can’t do anything? Not at all.

I deleted my PayPal account

I deleted my Amazon account

I deleted my Instagram account

I switched to a Linux distribution which is mainly developed in Europe

I deleted my Google account

I deleted my WhatsApp account

I try to boycott as many American products (physical or digital) as possible.

That’s surely one reason. Another would be collecting data to create profiles to make advertising and political manipulation even more effective.

That’s what a lot of Germans did back then: ignoring what’s going on.

Sounds like what women are going through.

At least women in the US are basically back to those dark places.

Nothing about my upbringing made me strong. On the contrary, I was raised as a girl, expected to someday become a woman - with everything that entails.

All the little things that go unnoticed in daily life, the subtext in everything society tells women: That it’s important to have a man. To be sexy. To never outshine a man intellectually. To settle for second place. To have a career - but still run the household. To be twice as good and earn less. To give it all up for the kids.

Yes, we all know this. We’ve read about it, talked about it. But when you grow up being treated a certain way - not because someone is cruel, but simply because this is how the world sees you - it’s not just information. It’s reality. When every comment, every expectation, every glance carries the unspoken message: You are less. Not quite enough. Not like a man. It shapes you, long before you have the words to push back. And unless you’ve lived inside that - especially during the years when your sense of self is still forming - it’s almost impossible to understand just how deep it goes. It doesn’t feel like bias. It feels like truth. Inescapable.

I made myself strong. I learned to refuse this truth, and I’m still learning.