I quit.

That's it. It's official. I HATE Women's Lit. HATE. I tried so freaking hard to like it. I rationalized that it was probably just that my upbringing and parental example were rather different from most of the other students, so their opinions would naturally be very different from mine. I rationalized that the authors required for the course were writing from a time in which women's roles and rights were radically different from present-day, and hard for a woman in the early 21st century to understand. Forget that. I'm not gonna rationalize anymore.

I've had it.

That stupid baby/photography/mothering-or-lack-thereof story had me so angry I was almost in tears. That's all over now. I don't care anymore. Forget it. And forget ever contributing to class discussions. I quit.

I've done what I could, and I can no more.