Oh, indubitably. I’m constantly finding holes in social norms and constraints, attempting to challenge them through a healthy conversation. Never without some humor, though. I’m a bit of a cheeky person, and the way I cope with frustration is often by poking fun of a situation. The way that women have been contextualized with nature, albeit poetic at times, is laughable and outlandish to me. We romanticize women – I’m not talking about women as individuals; rather, the idea of women. We often make them more graceful and sexy than is humanly possible. And of course that persona can be flipped, too, but I’m not talking about that right now. I’m talking about this. When men talk down to me, like I’m this flowery thing with merely a face and a body, like they’re trying to take away my power, I can’t help but laugh. And sometimes that honestly isn’t a conscious act, to try to take away a woman’s power and romanticize her. Either way, I don’t want to be romanticized; I don’t want to be placed in a box, one where I am given a role in society. However, I also know that I can’t control these things.