One of the best conversations of the summer came about with a group of women I met for a quick coffee, that stretched into a four hour intensive collective rant about the state of the world.
They aren’t activists or philosophers, just women working in the arts or running their own small businesses. But they have “views”. Oh my goodness they have views! Body autonomy, discrimination, the environment, workplace health and safety…. It was so refreshing to have one of those wild discussions about everything and anything, as everyone contributed more ideas.
At some point one of them joked about our “crone rage”, the fury we have at the state of the world and our determination to do something about it. The phrase “militant crone” popped out and it has stuck.
I have been using it ever since to channel my energy into making change.
Militant Crone: it would make a great tattoo. Or a band name.
