so yes, i am a feminist.
i love being one. i believe my mother introduced me to the idea...as much as she'd like to deny it. she raised me with the idea that werent things i couldnt do just because i was a girl, and if anyone told me different they could go fuck themselves (if not in those exact words). i was a tomboy who couldnt decide if they wanted to be an artist or an archaeologist when they grew up. not much was held back from me as a child. i watched things about the holocaust and cried for hours, but instead of my mom keeping me from watching similar things in the future, as to keep me from being upset or ''disturbed'', she encouraged me to learn about them, stating that education was the only way to keep history from reapting itself.
i played with barbies and other dolls. but being that i was not raised with the idea that beauty is the only stanard by which i can be judged as a girl, my way of thinking was not affected by barbies distorted proportions (dont get me wrong, i was an adorable child and was told it VERY often. i was a model when i was young, i did live fashion shoes for local malls as well as in store ''living model'' kind of displays. this was all before the onset of puberty of course, after which i became painfully aware of myself). but i was also encouraged to play outdoors. i had an older brother who would only interact with me if i participated in sports with him, usually family whiffle ball games in the backyard, or wrestling in the pool. i wanted to join little league so badly, but refused when i found out there were only girls softball leagues and not baseball. i threw overhand, like in baseball, i wanted to be a pitcher like my brother, and i wasnt half bad...but i was not going to lower myself to what i saw as some sissy standard they had to create for girls cause they thought we werent good enough.
i was arguing about abortion rights in 6th grade. i dont know how i became aware of the issue but i did and i knew exactly were i stood and i fought that position tooth and nail. i have vivid memories about a particular arguement taking place w/ the table mates in my 6the grade classroom... cant remember what was said exactly or how it was concluded but i can remember arguing and being really upset that people were against such a thing. i'm sure i had the very simple notion of ''my body- my choice'' or more ''her body - her choice'' as i was just barely pubescent, so people making laws to restrict medical procedures just for women seemed ludacris to me.
jr. high was of cause a rather horrible and confusing time...i think jr high is where most kids lose themselves...i did. i always wore makeup, i needed to have the ''in'' clothing labels (being as that i was in w/ the ''skater'' or ''dirthead'' crowd didnt change these things. jnco jeans and doc martins were the musth have brands in my crowd. i cried forever to my mom for a super baggy pair of jeans. she wouldnt budge. i got one pair of jncos and they were the least baggy you could buy.
and she absolutely refused to buy me a skateboard, something i still dont understand)
by the time i entered high school i was over that bullshit. i wore what i wanted (the most straight leg jeans i could find, tshirts and converse), i never wore makeup, i wore my hair the way i like it (i louise brooks style bob w/ my signature bangs), i didnt date. i had a core group of friends that i hung out with but i subscribed to the policy of being nice or at least neutral to everbody until they gave me a reason not to be... i was told multiple times in high school ''you're the nicest person like you i've ever talked to'' ooookayyy...thanks i think...
i did talk alot of shit about the people i didnt like, but for some reason everyone thought i was such a badass that they never stood up to me. i wasnt a tyrant or anything but i guess i walked abound like a total bitch with a ''dont fuck with me'' look on my face so peoples first impression was that i was tough. it was not something i tried to cultivate...
on to the present day and back to the subject....
i like girly things. i love to buy makeup (even if i rarely use it), Sephora knows and loves me... i get somewhat regular pedicures, i love fashion, and regularly buy fashion magazines, i just dont read them. i look at the beautiful things and cut them out but i dont bother insulting myself with the actual text. i understand by fashion models are so skinny, its because clothes look good on hangers...models are walking hangers. one of my dear friends Julia is not model perfect but she's perfectly average in her body type. she's thin, medium height...she can wear anything and look great. its envy inducing everything i go shopping w/ her. but she's also a hippy and makes her own clothes and is the most awesome, sweet, gentle person you'll ever meet.
i do and enjoy typically female things.
i resent when i tell people (usually men) that i'm a feminist that i have to immedietly add that i'm not a ball busting, man hating, femme nazi.
i was buying an issue of Bitch Magazine at Borders a while ago and when the (male) clerk noticed the title of the magazine, he gave me a questioning look. i replied that it was a feminist magaine, a response to pop culture. he shot back with something along the lines of ''oh you dont like me then cause i'm a man'', forcing me to reply, saying that i dont hate men unless they're misongynists, and that most feminists feel the same way. and i also had to point out that two of the other magazines i was buying were high end fashion magazines...
just because i'm a feminst does not mean that i hate men, hate sex, dont wear a bra, dont shave, always back women no matter what, have no sense of humor, cant laugh at myself, etc, etc....
i love sex, i love feeling pretty..i'm glad that i'm a girl, even if i do feel we've been given the short end of the stick (periods, childbirth, more easily acquired infections (yeast, urinary tract, etc), wage gap, sexual violence, patriarchy just to name a few).
just because i am a feminist does not mean that i do not want a family and perhaps a child someday. but do believe that feminism has elightened me enough to realize that i might not be the best mother and i should not bring i child into the world if i cannot provide everything it would need, physically, emotionally, monitarily... i know that at this point in my life i'm much too selfish to have a pet, let alone a child.
i want to fall in love, i want to share myself with another person in such a way that it creates a brand new life... (i have very romantic ideals about children and family)...but i'm not so in love with this idea to settle for something i'm not totally sure of. i'm not even sure i'll ever get married because of this. i'd love to get married someday, i think about it (especially when everyone around you is doing it), i plan it in my head... in that way i'm a typical girl. i imagine is the residual dreams left over from little girls princess fantasies...
just because i want these things, it does not make me any less of a feminist. if i have children i will raise them feminist as well (boy or girl. you dont have to be a woman to be a feminist) i'll make sure i raise my children to think for themselves and who can call society out on its sexism, racism, homophobia, general stupidity...
i cant wait til i can continue with college and pursue a degree in women's studies... it's something i'm so excited about...something i know i'll be god at and passionate about and enjoy.
good feminist links:'
Bitch Magazine
the only magazine i read cover to cover every single issue
Bust Magazine
a little more glossy and slick. a little watered down, but still valid. and they're online boobtique is the shit.
Axis Of Eve
Disgruntled Housewife
Scarletteen
i do believe that realistic sex education is a feminist issue.
Dr. Ducky
Vulva Univercity
i love being one. i believe my mother introduced me to the idea...as much as she'd like to deny it. she raised me with the idea that werent things i couldnt do just because i was a girl, and if anyone told me different they could go fuck themselves (if not in those exact words). i was a tomboy who couldnt decide if they wanted to be an artist or an archaeologist when they grew up. not much was held back from me as a child. i watched things about the holocaust and cried for hours, but instead of my mom keeping me from watching similar things in the future, as to keep me from being upset or ''disturbed'', she encouraged me to learn about them, stating that education was the only way to keep history from reapting itself.
i played with barbies and other dolls. but being that i was not raised with the idea that beauty is the only stanard by which i can be judged as a girl, my way of thinking was not affected by barbies distorted proportions (dont get me wrong, i was an adorable child and was told it VERY often. i was a model when i was young, i did live fashion shoes for local malls as well as in store ''living model'' kind of displays. this was all before the onset of puberty of course, after which i became painfully aware of myself). but i was also encouraged to play outdoors. i had an older brother who would only interact with me if i participated in sports with him, usually family whiffle ball games in the backyard, or wrestling in the pool. i wanted to join little league so badly, but refused when i found out there were only girls softball leagues and not baseball. i threw overhand, like in baseball, i wanted to be a pitcher like my brother, and i wasnt half bad...but i was not going to lower myself to what i saw as some sissy standard they had to create for girls cause they thought we werent good enough.
i was arguing about abortion rights in 6th grade. i dont know how i became aware of the issue but i did and i knew exactly were i stood and i fought that position tooth and nail. i have vivid memories about a particular arguement taking place w/ the table mates in my 6the grade classroom... cant remember what was said exactly or how it was concluded but i can remember arguing and being really upset that people were against such a thing. i'm sure i had the very simple notion of ''my body- my choice'' or more ''her body - her choice'' as i was just barely pubescent, so people making laws to restrict medical procedures just for women seemed ludacris to me.
jr. high was of cause a rather horrible and confusing time...i think jr high is where most kids lose themselves...i did. i always wore makeup, i needed to have the ''in'' clothing labels (being as that i was in w/ the ''skater'' or ''dirthead'' crowd didnt change these things. jnco jeans and doc martins were the musth have brands in my crowd. i cried forever to my mom for a super baggy pair of jeans. she wouldnt budge. i got one pair of jncos and they were the least baggy you could buy.
and she absolutely refused to buy me a skateboard, something i still dont understand)
by the time i entered high school i was over that bullshit. i wore what i wanted (the most straight leg jeans i could find, tshirts and converse), i never wore makeup, i wore my hair the way i like it (i louise brooks style bob w/ my signature bangs), i didnt date. i had a core group of friends that i hung out with but i subscribed to the policy of being nice or at least neutral to everbody until they gave me a reason not to be... i was told multiple times in high school ''you're the nicest person like you i've ever talked to'' ooookayyy...thanks i think...
i did talk alot of shit about the people i didnt like, but for some reason everyone thought i was such a badass that they never stood up to me. i wasnt a tyrant or anything but i guess i walked abound like a total bitch with a ''dont fuck with me'' look on my face so peoples first impression was that i was tough. it was not something i tried to cultivate...
on to the present day and back to the subject....
i like girly things. i love to buy makeup (even if i rarely use it), Sephora knows and loves me... i get somewhat regular pedicures, i love fashion, and regularly buy fashion magazines, i just dont read them. i look at the beautiful things and cut them out but i dont bother insulting myself with the actual text. i understand by fashion models are so skinny, its because clothes look good on hangers...models are walking hangers. one of my dear friends Julia is not model perfect but she's perfectly average in her body type. she's thin, medium height...she can wear anything and look great. its envy inducing everything i go shopping w/ her. but she's also a hippy and makes her own clothes and is the most awesome, sweet, gentle person you'll ever meet.
i do and enjoy typically female things.
i resent when i tell people (usually men) that i'm a feminist that i have to immedietly add that i'm not a ball busting, man hating, femme nazi.
i was buying an issue of Bitch Magazine at Borders a while ago and when the (male) clerk noticed the title of the magazine, he gave me a questioning look. i replied that it was a feminist magaine, a response to pop culture. he shot back with something along the lines of ''oh you dont like me then cause i'm a man'', forcing me to reply, saying that i dont hate men unless they're misongynists, and that most feminists feel the same way. and i also had to point out that two of the other magazines i was buying were high end fashion magazines...
just because i'm a feminst does not mean that i hate men, hate sex, dont wear a bra, dont shave, always back women no matter what, have no sense of humor, cant laugh at myself, etc, etc....
i love sex, i love feeling pretty..i'm glad that i'm a girl, even if i do feel we've been given the short end of the stick (periods, childbirth, more easily acquired infections (yeast, urinary tract, etc), wage gap, sexual violence, patriarchy just to name a few).
just because i am a feminist does not mean that i do not want a family and perhaps a child someday. but do believe that feminism has elightened me enough to realize that i might not be the best mother and i should not bring i child into the world if i cannot provide everything it would need, physically, emotionally, monitarily... i know that at this point in my life i'm much too selfish to have a pet, let alone a child.
i want to fall in love, i want to share myself with another person in such a way that it creates a brand new life... (i have very romantic ideals about children and family)...but i'm not so in love with this idea to settle for something i'm not totally sure of. i'm not even sure i'll ever get married because of this. i'd love to get married someday, i think about it (especially when everyone around you is doing it), i plan it in my head... in that way i'm a typical girl. i imagine is the residual dreams left over from little girls princess fantasies...
just because i want these things, it does not make me any less of a feminist. if i have children i will raise them feminist as well (boy or girl. you dont have to be a woman to be a feminist) i'll make sure i raise my children to think for themselves and who can call society out on its sexism, racism, homophobia, general stupidity...
i cant wait til i can continue with college and pursue a degree in women's studies... it's something i'm so excited about...something i know i'll be god at and passionate about and enjoy.
good feminist links:'
Bitch Magazine
the only magazine i read cover to cover every single issue
Bust Magazine
a little more glossy and slick. a little watered down, but still valid. and they're online boobtique is the shit.
Axis Of Eve
Disgruntled Housewife
Scarletteen
i do believe that realistic sex education is a feminist issue.
Dr. Ducky
Vulva Univercity
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I apologize. I did actually read it. It''s alot to take in but it is welll written
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