Activism needs a serious make-over. I am living proof.
And I am not talking about the embarassing kind of make-over where someone abruptly shows up at your house, wakes you up, drags your bed-head-pajama-wearing-self to some random studio, and then presents you with your "friends" who are in on it the whole time and proceed to burn your entire wardrobe while lounging on a red velvet couch, showering you with "girl, how could you wear this?" and "The 80s called and...um...they're lookin' for you! Yeaaaaa! [one friend hi-5s the other]". I mean....I have never ever watched those make-over shows, but I've heard.
My point is that those make-overs are superficial (and frightening). Activists need something a bit more substantial than that. Let me demonstrate by presenting you with my "before" (me 6 months ago) and "after" (now).