Once upon a time, I was just your average, problematic little freshman with years of internalized racism and ableism that I desperately needed to deconstruct. A need for electives and an interest in WGS course titles (this department names their classes well - Thinking Sex is a brilliant way to hook kiddos in) introduced me to the joys of radical, intersectional feminist thinking and I've been a goner ever since. In my spare time, when I'm not attempting to deconstruct institutionalized racism/ableism/sexism/all the isms or tracking down the perfect bubble tea (which is honestly much harder than it seems), I'm researching what my astrological sign says about me on tumblr, listening to 90s era Britney Spears on loop, and actively fighting anyone who says leggings aren't pants.