As most people know Kavanaugh has been sworn in to our Supreme Court, where he will live out the rest of his days wrapped in the snug old white man privilege blanket until it finally smothers him into the slow lull of eternity. According to the three women who have come forward our new Justice has been complacent in the wrongful treatment of women. Via sexual harassment, silencing womens stories, the possible aiding of of college frat boy gang rapes, and it's plausible that he was also involved in the events themselves.

Now this man sits on the supreme court beside our "nasty girl" champion Ruth Bader Ginsberg. It feels like the apocalypse is upon us. As though the world sits upon our shoulder just because we wanted to give the power of flame to our sisters. Only to have watched that fire be snuffed out by the orange grubby hands of the man we call our President. A man who is just fine with "grabbing us by the pussy" and making fun of our anguish. A man who also hides dark things in his closet and hushes them with money all while screaming and flailing that he did not do it! He knows nothing! Well Donald we all know you don't know much except how to continually marginalize and diminish those with femininity and those plagued by the post traumatic flashes of things that happened against their will.

Now that the President has successfully seated this man we see the truth. Kavanaugh is just another attacker getting away with his crimes. This man becomes a figure and stature to all that we as women experience. Kavanaugh is our attacker. He is all of our attackers. He is the man who cat called us walking down the street. When we yell back, "Asshole," he says back in defense, "Sweetie I was just playing around. You should take a joke, smile more." He moves on, after sizing up that we should keep our mouth clamped shut. He moves on, as though we never existed at all. He is the boss who grabs at us and insinuates that if we don't get on our knees we'll never work in this town again. He says our reputation will be ruined even though something else will have been ruined. He is the man who hit us out of "love." He is the man that we stay with because that's what we are told we are worth. Kavanaugh is all of these things to us now. Another man who will never see justice because it was a woman that he wronged. We have known wrong countless centuries and sure in the United States we are more progressive than most of the world but that has never made the things we have endured right. When we wake up each day in this Post Trump world the feminist puts on her battle armor, wipes away the tears from this never ending nightmare, picks up her axe and continues to swing. So far we have not known much success. We have known the men we thought we loved calling us "suedo feminists." We have known men spitting on our ideas of equality. We have seen our sisters and brothers who fight for the true meaning of justice and equality mauled down in the streets by bigots and scared humans. We keep swing our battle axe each day. We endure even as our health care is being taken from us. Our bodies are being sliced in two and poked and studied. We are made open and undone in moments behind dumpsters and after a few beers in a frat house bedroom. We watch as months later these mens sentences are cut short for "good behavior," or "so not to ruin his life." As though why he was sentenced to jail had not ruined someone elses life before it had begun.

We are forced to quit jobs due to horrible mens perversions. This is no shock to us. No bat of the eye in surprise. We swing our axe today. We hid our stories in the folds of our memories and kept silent to avoid the word victim. But today we don forevermore the word Survivor. Even though we have, always all of us, been survivors. The word etched into our very DNA we women have survived and endured. Survivors and feminists and all women may have lost this battle today of what is the meaning of right and justice in the United States but tomorrow we pick up our axe and we swing and fight again.