Words I found myself shouting as I was washing dishes after cooking an amazing batch of enchiladas. Not necessarily something I would hear myself saying, but not necessarily something that would avoid either. To be honest it is a word and a movement I have struggled knowing if I belonged or if I didn’t. So many ways I have heard the term used and the movement promoted that I just decided not to think about it. It seemed complicated and full of crazy extremes that beginning to sort through it just wasn’t worth it. More detailed in its components than being a Republican and more divided than the many denominations of Christianity where could one even begin.
There I was listening to one of my FAVORITE Apps these days (Umano-gotta love an app that will read to you), when I stumbled across this article, “8 Myths About Feminism Debunked.” Just as I was worried that it would be dripping with things I didn’t agree with or aspects of politics I don’t agree with, I was pleasantly surprised. And it all began with the definition of feminism:
The advocacy of women’s rights on the ground of the equality of the sexes... someone who wants equality can’t hate the people with whom they want to be equal.
Yes… YES THAT!!! And without even getting further in the article, my thoughts announce, “I really AM a Feminist!” For as long as I can remember, I have been wrestling with boys for permission to do what they do. To step up to the starting gate to compete with them on their level. To challenge them skill for skill, talent for talent, award for aware. To be measured the same by my work, contribution, and effort as just as good or even BETTER than the men I work with. I remember this constant theme of my life, “You can be what ever you want to be, even if only men have ever done it.” I remember stories of many women being the FIRST in many different positions of leadership in sports, in space, in politics, in business; and knowing I wanted to DO that. I wanted to work that hard to stand out, be better, accomplish AMAZING things.
There have been moments in my life where I feel that intense desire to be a model in life of things a woman can accomplish. That even though there are set backs and things aren’t perfect, there is a fulfilling life in hard-work and successful accomplishments that can be obtained as a woman that exist outside of marriage and motherhood (Both good things… I have MANY MANY amazing friends who are both). That there are accomplishments to be achieved as an individual based on effort and skill and drive; not gender and position.
I completely believe in marriage, I am hoping to be married one day. I am falling in love with femininity and what it is like to feel sensual and pretty and glide through life in pretty girlie clothes and makeup. (Something I didn’t think I could do and be competitive – I am learning more and more how false that is.) I love gallantry and am extremely inspired by courtesy and chivalry not matter where it comes from.
This article really gave me the opportunity to explore some of my own myths and beliefs about feminism; as well as allow me permission to explore something I have been afraid of JUST because of what other people have said. But don’t worry I won’t start acting ANY crazier or more hysterical than I already do; and I won’t be adopting the Feminazi title any time soon… IF EVER!!!
This post inspired by the #blogging101 task to Be a good Neighbor by commenting on other people’s blogs.