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Earlier this year...
- 18 July, 2026
- Emily Kimelman
I stayed at a hotel in Indonesia on a small island where we saw the sun set behind one volcano and rise from behind another.
It was one of those—wow the world is so f***ing wild and beautiful and varied and just holy s**t life is lifing!—moments.
My kids woke up early to watch the sunrise with me, and my daughter took a photo of us. In it she’s mugging at the camera and I’m looking at the sunrise with a serious expression on my face.
Wondering why humans do such f**ked up s**t.
Wondering why we live on this gorgeous planet and act so ugly towards each other.
Wondering how I got so lucky to be born a woman to a healthy family with critical thinking skills and a thirst for justice and human rights.
My family isn’t perfect, no one is, but my paternal grandfather, who was a bit of a misogynist, was, for his era, a very forward thinking man.
He believed strongly in equal rights and spent much of his life in politics working toward those goals. Even if he did tell me I needed to watch my figure to find a husband.
I know that he would be very proud of me today—and not just because I found a husband. But because I’ve written 30 books, published them myself, and made enough money I can take my family to Indonesia and stay at a hotel where you can see the sunrise and set behind volcanos.
My paternal grandmother wanted to be a doctor and got married instead. I know she’s smiling at my success—at how easy it was for me—because it would have been impossible for her.
My maternal grandparents never saw a flaw in me—and isn’t that its own kind of very special luck? They also believed that all people deserved equal rights.
I didn’t do anything to earn the love of these people. To be born into a healthy family with minimal toxicity. It’s a large part of why I can be so successful—I’m not battling demons let loose by my ancestors. Whatever trauma they experienced they managed not to dump it onto me.
My community supports me even when I leave it. They support me in all my raw c***iness. They love me for it. My favorite shirt, the one with the scrabble pieces on it that only spell c**t, is my brother’s design.
Every kid is told the world isn’t fair. Few are told they can do something about it.
To be born into a family that promised me I was powerful, that we all are, is a very special gift and a vital message. One I hope my books help spread.
I want you to know that even though the world is ugly and cruel, you are not, and that makes a huge difference. You make a difference.
And if like me, you enjoy being a c**t to the people taking advantage of how unfair the world is instead of trying to make it better, then try my books.
Sydney Rye and her dog, Blue, exact justice with a vengeance. The dog doesn’t die, but abusive men do. And it’s cathartic AF.
Start or Continue the Series HERE.
Emily
P.S. if you want to get a c**t shirt of your own visit my brother’s store: emilykimelman.com/Burk
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