Fuckboy Goats

So if you haven’t noticed by my sparse posting, I’m currently on an adventure.

That adventure, for the curious, is living and working on an organic farm in Colorado. There are a lot of ups and downs and I’m coming up on three weeks here so I’m just sortof getting my wits about me but that is neither here nor there.

What I want to tell you about is Choya. Choya is the only male goat on the farm. And Choya is a fuckboy. First of all he bullies the other goats, including (especially) his sister and his mother and the little baby goat, Luna. And he’s so salty about the fact that the lady goats get to go into the milking parlor to get milked and while they are in there they get a snack. He’s so salty, in fact, that he routinely attempts to muscle his way into the room, and if he manages to get in will get up on the milking stand and refuse to move until he has eaten every last bite of grain that he can.

Now I realize that Choya is a goat and he doesn’t really understand morality or feminism. But I am not a goat and I think about feminism a lot. And when I see Choya I can’t help but think about human fuckboys who whine and complain and even to force their way in to spaces created for women- specifically due to the difficulties they have because they are women. Like dude, these lady goats get a snack to distract them from the fact that someone is literally squeezing the life fluids meant for their babies out of them. It’s kinda like when men complain about girls getting special treatment cause their on their periods or thinking they should be allowed in shelters opened for women only because many of those women have been victimized by men.

There’s not much point to this post, except to say- dudes…don’t be Choya. #farmfeminism