10 3 / 2014
Instead I tend to hear all about the evil of feminism and the bad feminists: how “they” hate men; how “they” want to go against nature—and God; how “they” are all lesbians; how “they” are taking all the jobs and making the world hard for white men.
When I asked the same folks about the feminist books or magazines they read, when I ask them about the feminist talks they have heard, about that feminist activists they know, they respond by letting me know that everything they know about feminism has come into their lives thirdhand, that they really have not come close enough to feminist movement to know what really happens, what it’s really about. Mostly they think feminism is a bunch of angry women who want to be like men. They do not even think about feminism as being about rights—about women gaining equal rights. When I talk about feminism I know—up close and personal—they willingly listen, although when our conversations end, they are quick to tell me I am different, not like the “real” feminists who hate men, who are angry. I assure them I am as real and as radical of a feminist as one can be, and if they dare to come closer to feminism they will see it is not how they have imagined it."
10 3 / 2014
Wow, Tumblr. Y’all had a lot of shit to reblog from this weekend.
I need a beer.