Stompy boots for your entitlement issues
Once upon a time, chiyo_no_saru asked some very fine questions:
When did feminism become "taboo?" When did "I'm a feminist" start meaning "I'm an angry bitch who hates all men and wants to stamp them under my big dykey army boots"?
I guess, my question is... at what point did ANYONE start having to qualify "I'm a feminist" with "but not one of those feminists."
To which I replied:
I'm going to go with "forever."
Women who are not sweet and docile, those who challenge the way things are, are a threat to the system. The most convenient and legal way to combat that threat is to try to shame us into shutting up. Since most women are raised to seek the approval of others, they either STFU or try to convince everyone that they're *not* a threat.
When given a choice between "evil castrating harpy bitch feminist" and "fun, happy, man-loving feminist," I think most women would choose the latter. It's easier to get a pat on the head for being cute and empowerful than to put on your stompy boots and tell people that they are fucked up and wrong.
I *am* angry. I've been angry since about ten years ago when I went in for my sonogram, found out I was having a girl, and cried for an hour because I was bringing another victim into the system.
I don't hate all men. I hate their entitlement. I hate everything that *supports* their entitlement. I hate that most of them don't want to acknowledge or even *recognize* their entitlement.
I am not going to sit down, shut up, wrap myself in pink tafetta, and keep a ladylike tone. It makes me easier to ignore. And if that means I have to put on my biggest, dykiest boots to be heard, then I'm damn well going to do it. I consider it my duty to stamp all over anyone who denies or tries to undermine any woman's rights, choices, or essential humanity.
Yes, this does include women who aren't "those" feminists, because they're usually the ones who want to shut me up the most.
When did feminism become "taboo?" When did "I'm a feminist" start meaning "I'm an angry bitch who hates all men and wants to stamp them under my big dykey army boots"?
I guess, my question is... at what point did ANYONE start having to qualify "I'm a feminist" with "but not one of those feminists."
To which I replied:
I'm going to go with "forever."
Women who are not sweet and docile, those who challenge the way things are, are a threat to the system. The most convenient and legal way to combat that threat is to try to shame us into shutting up. Since most women are raised to seek the approval of others, they either STFU or try to convince everyone that they're *not* a threat.
When given a choice between "evil castrating harpy bitch feminist" and "fun, happy, man-loving feminist," I think most women would choose the latter. It's easier to get a pat on the head for being cute and empowerful than to put on your stompy boots and tell people that they are fucked up and wrong.
I *am* angry. I've been angry since about ten years ago when I went in for my sonogram, found out I was having a girl, and cried for an hour because I was bringing another victim into the system.
I don't hate all men. I hate their entitlement. I hate everything that *supports* their entitlement. I hate that most of them don't want to acknowledge or even *recognize* their entitlement.
I am not going to sit down, shut up, wrap myself in pink tafetta, and keep a ladylike tone. It makes me easier to ignore. And if that means I have to put on my biggest, dykiest boots to be heard, then I'm damn well going to do it. I consider it my duty to stamp all over anyone who denies or tries to undermine any woman's rights, choices, or essential humanity.
Yes, this does include women who aren't "those" feminists, because they're usually the ones who want to shut me up the most.