girl power, blah blah blah feminism.
Jun. 15th, 2007 11:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
enamouredWhen I was about eleven or twelve, I said I wasn't a feminist.
Which was a little bit ironic, considering that I was that weird girl who was obsessed with the Spice Girls and running around screaming "Girl Power!" whenever I could. At that point, I associated feminism with "crazy, shrieking women who hate men and eat babies" and stuff.
Now, I get it. I consider myself a feminist, because I fully agree with the notion that feminism is about choice. I want to be like my mother, should I get married and have kids. When my brother and I were little, she stayed home with us, and once we were old enough for kindergarten (me) and preschool (my brother), she went back to work. I believe that if you want to be a stay at home mom, by all means, do so (just don't harp on mothers who work, because that's just BS). If you want to do pageants, go ahead! Want to play a contact sport? Go ahead, fight the power. It's your choice.
Feminism's supposed to be about regarding someone's choice with respect, right? Then why the hell are so many women evil to each other? We gripe that we can't trust other women because we're always tagging some henious idea on them: Oooh, she'll steal my man. She thinks she's better than me. She's trying to hit on me, and I am clearly out of her league; and besides, I'm not batting for the wrong team. She's so desperate! She's a slut/skank/whore/insert phrase here!
We see each other as competition, instead of being in the same boat. We all want to be successful, we all want to laugh and have a bright future. We all want to change the world in one way or another; we want to have somebody to love. We want the same things, and we all breathe the same air and cry and all of that. Yet we loathe each other and are generally malicious and cruel to each other, and then we wonder why men want to call us bitches and hos.
It's because we call each other that, whether in jest or out of envy.
Is it possible to be a feminist and hate other women sometimes? 'Cause right now, I kind of do.
Which was a little bit ironic, considering that I was that weird girl who was obsessed with the Spice Girls and running around screaming "Girl Power!" whenever I could. At that point, I associated feminism with "crazy, shrieking women who hate men and eat babies" and stuff.
Now, I get it. I consider myself a feminist, because I fully agree with the notion that feminism is about choice. I want to be like my mother, should I get married and have kids. When my brother and I were little, she stayed home with us, and once we were old enough for kindergarten (me) and preschool (my brother), she went back to work. I believe that if you want to be a stay at home mom, by all means, do so (just don't harp on mothers who work, because that's just BS). If you want to do pageants, go ahead! Want to play a contact sport? Go ahead, fight the power. It's your choice.
Feminism's supposed to be about regarding someone's choice with respect, right? Then why the hell are so many women evil to each other? We gripe that we can't trust other women because we're always tagging some henious idea on them: Oooh, she'll steal my man. She thinks she's better than me. She's trying to hit on me, and I am clearly out of her league; and besides, I'm not batting for the wrong team. She's so desperate! She's a slut/skank/whore/insert phrase here!
We see each other as competition, instead of being in the same boat. We all want to be successful, we all want to laugh and have a bright future. We all want to change the world in one way or another; we want to have somebody to love. We want the same things, and we all breathe the same air and cry and all of that. Yet we loathe each other and are generally malicious and cruel to each other, and then we wonder why men want to call us bitches and hos.
It's because we call each other that, whether in jest or out of envy.
Is it possible to be a feminist and hate other women sometimes? 'Cause right now, I kind of do.
