While working as a professor, the Activist is forced out of his/her/non-gender- specific-pronoun’s natural habitat. Best suited for the front lines of some genre of consciousness-raising event, this experienced and opinionated speaker captures the class with what seems at the time to be an extremely relevant argument against society’s unnecessary gendering of bath products. The Activist Professor sits crisscrossed on the floor of your Philosophy and Feminism class, speaking brilliant words that, though you don’t understand, leave you feeling oddly invigorated and prepared to fight the evils of Wal-Mart. The Activist Professor’s choice to wear aggressively comfortable shoes confirms their dedication to the issues.

The younger Activist (read: T.A.) often comes equipped with a few extra piercings, tattoos written in Sanskrit, and if students are lucky, a strand of neon blue or pink hair. These all act as visual tools to help reaffirm the Activist’s strong activist-y beliefs (in what? who cares!?). Each extra piercing represents the young Activist’s growing hope to “just have a conversation, you guys” about free-range farming and the rise of evangelical Christianity in the United States.

The Activist is very serious about the issues. All of the issues. Do you share with your professor an interest in fighting for the rights of sex workers? Have you seen your professor give a speech at an event for the Human Rights Campaign? Does your professor inexplicably wear Birkenstocks to class everyday? If yes, congratulations…you have an Activist Professor. This is what college was like in 1994, we guess.

Text by Lily Icangelo, illustration by Hannah Kloepfer