I often have incredibly detailed and bizarre dreams. I spend a great deal of my time asleep battling the forces of evil, and at 28 I still have flying dreams on a fairly regular basis. I once had a dream that I was on a guided boat tour of a city where every massive building was supported by intricately carved giant elephants doing circus tricks. I was accompanied on the boat trip by several Chinese tourists and David Bowie. We bonded over lost camera batteries. Silly David. He always loses his camera batteries.
Although I can usually guarantee that my dreams are completely weird I can’t always remember all of them, and the other morning I woke up only remembering that I was telling someone, entirely in earnest, that bees needed to be introduced to feminism.
I do consider myself a feminist, simply because I firmly believe that a person’s genitalia has no bearing whatsoever on their worth as a person. I am aware, however, that bees probably don’t need feminism. They’re matriarchal. But I like to think that if bees and humans understood each other better, or perhaps if bees were a little more politically active, they would be our allies.
On discussing this with my dear friend, and awesome poet, Leanne Moden, she decided that the world should be informed of the feminist bee and her plight. So here are the bees.
(P.S. I went on to worry that maybe male bees were oppressed in bee society and they suffered from terrible misandry (misanbee?) on a regular basis. But then I figured I was probably getting a bit carried away.
That being said if you know of a male bee being oppressed, please don’t stand idly by and let it happen.)