Last week I was having lunch with a friend when the conversation turned awkward… She told me about a recent Facebook status a girl from our university posted about finals; as part of her whine about finals she said she wishes educational rights had not extended to women so all she had to do was be a housewife. This is not what this blog post is about, it’s about how my friend replied: “I’m not a feminist but, I still disagree with her.” I immediately wanted to jump in and reassure her “it’s okay, you can say it- I’m one too.”
Why is it so difficult for women in our society to accept the word feminist? It’s the never-ending conversation of yet another way society can label women as “crazy.” What is so wrong about a word that tells women to embrace their uniqueness, manifest strength, and live in solidarity with one another?
Can we get over the stereotypes? I mean, if you don’t want to shave your body hair, that’s a personal choice, not a feminist trait. And this whole idea about living in an all female commune that you may have heard of is not every feminists’ ideal- in the words of Sweet Brown, ain’t nobody got time for that! Those extremes only breed stereotypes. Not all feminist have the same views, but they do have the same goal in mind- to make the female experience a conscious one.
I come from a very Latino family, and sadly (for him) my father is the only male in our immediate family (not counting our dog). With a sister, my mother and myself, I understand the estrogen can get a little overwhelming for him. Nevertheless, I constantly joke with my mother that I am the best “son” my dad could ever have- being that some Latino fathers place more importance on their sons than daughters. Maybe I’m different because I listened to so much female lead punk bands, or because my father raised me with the same pride he would have for a son. Yet, while I feel like I embody what it means to be a feminist, I still don’t always feel “safe” to say that word.
No, I’m not a man hating bitter woman who has resorted to becoming a lesbian, AKA “feminist.” In fact, I am one of the biggest hopeless romantics to ever exist, and for the record, I do shave (and I paint my toe nails too).
With all that being said, I think it’s time I shamelessly drop the F-bomb… I am a loud strong fun loving amusing romantic feminist.
Now you can say it too…