Feminism

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In terms of the gene pool, I got lucky. I'm white, which in RPG terms is a fifty percent upgrade already. My immune system is on point. I am not disabled, my base IQ was good and I was in the womb long enough to look, if not pretty, then at least not like a mutilated pug. I'm (fairly) straight, and my gender matches up. Sure, I fell down on some things, some very significantly. But we can't get everything, and deviantart isn't the place to talk about personal shit. I'll leave that to Tumblr.

I am also female.

Let's take a minute to think about what that means, seeing as you stuck around. Female. A woman. A girl, chick, babe, bitch, and later in life, The Mrs or The Wife, maybe even love or darling, if I'm lucky. But for me, it's a disadvantage.

From a very young age I noticed that I was treated differently from boys, and boys from me. I was told not to get into playfights in primary school because it wasn't "ladylike." Teachers would try to win my approval by making fun of some messy handwriting or work and saying "it was a boy, of course" or "just like a boy" in a twisted, "we're all girls in this together" attitude. I noticed that despite my parent's attempts to make all my clothing and toys gender neutral, there were some very fixed guidelines on what colours to like and what clothes to wear, what magazines to read and what way to talk, even looking at history and seeing just how few female leaders there were/are, is very disheartening.

As I got older it got more upsetting. From the age of twelve I've had boys, all in groups of four or more, harassing me from a distance or even close range; not often, not seriously, but it happens. That's partially why I'm reluctant to get on buses anymore. For example, a few weeks ago a group of six boys from another school passed me in the street. Boys from this school in particular seem to think the way to a girl's heart is through yelling at her face. The joke came (no pun intended), short, sweet, eloquent. "SHE WANTS THE DDDDDDD" The hollared as soon as they had passed, laughing at me. I was having a bad day, and instead of just walking on turned around to flip them off. It was then that I realized.
There were six or so of them. There was one of me. What would happen if they decided to take offense?
That made me think for quite a bit.

"But how do you know it was based on gender rather than anything else?" I hear your plaintive cries. Well, my dear misguided deviants, I shall tell you. There are a number of factors any attacks on me (I cannot speak for other girls) could be based on. 1) I don't look very confident when I walk. At least, I don't think I do. My backpack makes one of my shoulders tilt up and... yeah. 2) As mentioned before, I'm not exactly a beautiful butterfly. And most damming of all, 3) I go to an all girls school. The cries of "LESBIAAAAN" are almost as common as their begging for someone, anyone, to suck their cocks. However, the fact that it only happens to girls, especially girls on their own and always from guys, leads me to believe that gender is a big factor.

But I live in a good area, and so these events are few and far between; most guys my own age are very nice. I usually travel home with friends anyway. So how would it be for a girl living in a shitty area, with no friends, who has to travel home after dark, or even my classmates, who from what I have heard have had worse experiences? Just a thought.

As I grow older, I know that these immature and half hearted insults from sexually confused teenagers will cease. But then there are other, worse, things. Being paid less than a man, a high chance of being raped, an expectation to be free of all hair (apart from on my head, eyelashes and eyebrows, which must be on fleek), the statistics are all there. Not only that, but men too. "Men can't cry," "A women's intuition is needed for the job," changing facilities in only women's bathrooms, tiny things, big things, they all add up.

But bring up any resistance, any fight back, not just against discrimination against women but also men, to bring up that dreaded word, is to start a forest fire of hatred over the internet and IRL. To be a feminist. It has come to mean a young woman, probably a journalist, bombarding you with man hatred, unshaven armpits, an inability to take a joke and a tendency to bring up their views in all situations. Oh, and dykey. Like, really dykey. Some think that because the word has attached some negative connotations that we must use a different term, but I say no. If you say that a man is gay or even homosexual a lot of people imagine a camp guy in tight fitting jeans whose interests include musical theatre, heart emojis and being bae. This does not mean we should give in and use a different term for the sake of fitting in. We should instead fight back against the stereotypes and yes, people like the feminist stereotype are real and a problem. But like racism against white people, they are a minority in light of a bigger issue. Whilst I am glad anyone is thinking what I believe to be the right thing, whatever they call themselves, giving ourselves a more politically correct name is going to help no one. And it pisses me off.

In conclusion, please, on my behalf, be an asshole. Correct people when they call themselves equalists, tell that obnoxious bitch in your maths class guys can like whatever colours they damn well want to, speak up against unequal pay, the problem is here and it can only stop if we act.

If you believe in equal rights for men and women, you are a feminist. Not an equalist, not an average person, not a gentleman or lady. A feminist.

And for that, you should be proud.
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RedLotusPony's avatar
Amazing, thank you for bringing all these things up and acting to make the world a better place for us women! Clap