I like horses. So what? That doesn’t make me a horse girl. I like to wear my hair in a long braid and enjoy boot cut jeans. Sue me. And you know what? It’s my choice to walk on all fours—it’s faster and more economical. Who cares if I neigh from time to time—we’ve all done it. I’m sick of all the hate I get simply choosing to wear a saddle and a bit on occasion. I’ve seen Kim Kardashian wear worse. Carrots are a healthy snack (how else would you get Vitamin A?), and everyone should be eating more, who cares if I eat them out of someone else’s hand? I get so much HAYte for the way I enjoy my very STABLE lifestyle. If the rest of the world would get off their high horse and look around, maybe they would realize they aren’t so different from me. And you know what, it’s more natural to shit out in the open, and at least I’m not polluting the oceans. There is so much more to my personality than liking horses. The audacity of Netflix to put “Horse Girl” on my recommended list is astounding and I will not stand for being lambasted with this slur any longer.