WITNESS: Womanist Killjoy

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Credit: Banksy

Bearing WITNESS in your day job is crucial to being a responsible member of society. It’s self-awareness. Witnessing is speaking out for others and calling shit out.

Womanist because Feminist isn’t inclusive.

Killjoy is a favored trope sexists use to deflect blame from themselves for their horrible behavior. When you hang out with Hostile Wit, expect Hostility to the status quo, patriarchy, sexism, the whole nine.

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