From someone’s Tumblr bio:
"I am a Trans dyke, Asian American, disabled, Appalachian Feminist, poet, major depressive, and eating-disordered person from (redacted)."
She then goes on to list (and it’s a long one) all of her privileges including being an American and having “invisible disabilities”.
Maybe it’s just me, but grew up in a time when being labeled was a form of oppression, an attempt to limit and constrain the potential of our individual selves. I have many strengths and many weaknesses, but it seems foolish to sit down and catalog them so people can mentally file me away in a neat little box.
Perhaps the reason people have such a hard time connecting with other people in this digital age isn’t because we spend too much time online, rather because we spend too much time compartmentalizing ourselves into a collection of labels.
It’s easy to relate to a person. It’s not so easy to relate to a jigsaw puzzle of buzzwords.