Every Day Feminism
5.5.16 | Anonymous
I’m writing this piece anonymously because my mother frequently Googles me – types my name into a search bar to find all I’ve been up to splashed across her screen. I think she does this just so she can send my articles to her coworkers to show them how proud of me she is.
I’m writing this anonymously because sometimes, in an article, I’ll reference something she said to me, shining onto her supposedly banal words a light bright enough to prove how harmful they were.
I deconstruct her. And it makes her sad.
I’m writing this anonymously because I don’t want to hurt my mother – not now, not ever. Because I know, without a doubt, despite her falters, that my mother loves me deeply and completely, that she always tried her best to protect and to save me.
Ditto, truth be told, about my father. But he doesn’t Google me. I’m not really sure he truly understands how to use a computer.
My dad still uses AOL, y’all.