Chocolate covered strawberries.

I'm not really sure how to make the biggest difference.
Boycotting specific industries for exploiting people by hoarding their profit doesn't always help.
It just reduces the capital, and therefore reduces the minimal percentage the workers end up receiving because "well, hey, we can't afford to pay a decent living because this season didn't make us rich enough for our own jet."

But refusing to purchase products because the industry, the capitalist structure, and the exploitation of people  is unacceptable could make a difference if enough were demanding a change, and the industry suffered a big enough blow that they have to listen.

"If enough," though.
How do we awaken the people around us?
How do we make the biggest impact?

Get back in line, uterus-bearer.

The reactions I receive when talking about gender equality and non-complementarian styled marriages are incredible (and somewhat comical, in a dark sort of way).

I mean, really?

Is that really all you can hear?

Me wanting to get married (because of course I have to want to get married),

and then wrecking havoc on all the lives around me - to include and certainly target the poor patient husband that is willing to put up with me. (He didn't know what he was getting himself into.)

He'll have to put up with me controlling everything in our lives. 

Bossing him around. 

Disrespecting him regularly and publicly. 

Being so noisy that he's never heard.

And intentionally using rebellion to disappoint God and poison the women 

around me with evil and fanatical ideas on "equality". 

I mean, I might even - "let myself go"... (stop wearing make-up? gasp!)

Or some nights that he's "in need", I may even not be up to... serving him.

Well if that's what you hear then, I suppose I get your concern. I suppose I can begin to understand those worried and disapproving glances, those passive-aggressive prods back towards the "light" of delicacy, meekness and submission.

Because hey, I wouldn't want to marry someone that thinks in that way and treats me like that, either.

(But understand that I also wouldn't want to marry someone like you insist I need to be.)

Oh gosh, did I just hint at wanting something contrary to my nature, position and calling in life... oh jeez. Whatever will they do with my rebellion?

Yep, still "just" a woman.

Yesterday, someone was trying to explain their opinion to me.

In the midst of the conversation I was very seriously explained,

"well, the problem is - you're not a man."

To do justice to the context; they did not intend to say that it was inherently a problem that I am not a man, but rather it is difficult for me to understand their viewpoint because I am of opposing gender. 

(Ouch, anyways.)

Unfortunately, that statement emphasizes an active cultural perspective.

And I cried, because I understand the reality of such a haphazard declaration.

The most feminine.

This is super cool:

"Here’s what it comes down to for me. My gender is not something I perform; it is something I am. Womanhood is not something I do; it is something I live. Femininity does not define me; as a woman created in the image of God, I define it, in community with my sisters. When we reduce manhood and womanhood to a list of characteristics, behaviors, and roles assigned to each gender, we are not defending masculinity and femininity; instead, we are diminishing and impoverishing them."

Thank you, Jenny Rae Armstrong.
http://www.jennyraearmstrong.com/2013/02/06/john-piper-women-in-combat-and-how-gender-roles-fall-short-of-the-glory-of-humankind/

It's not fair.

Sometimes I'm just really angry.

Its not fair that they have to be apart for so long. Again.
I ached for them last time - I can't imagine what it was like.

And this time it is so much worse.
He's not having to leave only her,
but also their newborn.

Its not fair that they don't get to be a family right now.
Its not fair that he has to miss this time getting to know his daughter.
And its not fair that, once again, they have to be apart.
Its such a very long time.

This time in their lives was supposed to be so exciting.