My Tits Learn a New Word and Lose Their Shit
Boobless Wonder #6
Two tits. One history lesson. One forbidden acronym. Reader discretion advised. I did not say it. A tit did.
The enlightenment loved to sort things. Human / animal. Mind / body. Reason / flesh. And somehow the same bodies kept ending up on the animal side. Women, pulled toward breast before brain, labeled mammal like that was neutral. Black, brown, and Indigenous people pushed even further—closer to nature, closer to labor, closer to disposable. This wasn’t a misunderstanding. It was the structure. They called it reason. They called it progress. Learn that and something in you breaks open. The knowledge doesn’t sit politely. It lands in the body and festers in the nervous system. Rage isn’t a glitch. It’s the point.
I. (also) H. M. !
I think about that bit from Londa Schiebinger alllll the time, truly. We could have been named for anything! Being hairy, three middle ear bones, a four-chambered heart. But they went with "mammals." The patriarchy of it all....