The word “feminism” was never defined to me until I was well
out of high school. Until my freshman year of college, I, along with entirely
too many other young women, had shied away from the word. Because okay, yes, “gender
equality.” That sounds nice. I want that. But feminism? No, I’m not a feminist. Come on, Feminists are crazy.
That’s not me. But at sixteen, no one ever told me that those two statements back
to back completely negated each other. Because no one ever told me that the
fight for gender equality is the very
basis of feminism. Equal rights for men and women. They are the same thing. And I don’t know why no one
ever clarified that, because for some reason most of us were raised thinking
that feminism had an extremely negative connotation. Hearing the word “feminism”
brought to mind the picture of some sort of angry female revolution, a mob of fuming
women invading the streets and waving picket signs that say “down with the
patriarchy” while rioting and setting fire to city buildings. Which, by the
way, has never happened. That I know of.
The first person who ever straight up defined feminism for
me was Emma Watson. Yeah. Hermione from Harry Potter taught me what it meant to
be a feminist. I had been absentmindedly scrolling through Facebook one day
when I came across an article that had been posted by the actress’ Facebook
page. The word “feminism” in the title caught my attention, along with the rest
of the headline… something along the lines of “it’s not what you think it is.”
So I was all like “Okay then Hermione, let me have it. What is feminism, really?”
One click. A two page article. A three minute video. That’s
all it took to reverse years of preconceived
notions and misconceptions about feminism.
So then I did my research. Google gave me a surprisingly
long list of female celebrities who had begun to identify themselves as
feminists, as well as individual links to click on for each one. The entire
feminist world, one that I hadn’t even known existed at all, was suddenly at my
fingertips. After reading through as much as I could consume in one sitting, I
walked away from my laptop feeling…smarter. I didn’t go to a class, but I felt
educated. I wasn’t given a study guide, but I felt as if I could pass a test. I
had learned more from the internet in ten minutes than I had in thirteen years
of school.
I wonder now, if I had never come across that page, what I
would be saying today to people who ask if I am a feminist. Granted, I don’t
actually get that question a lot. Or like, ever. But if someone were to ask me
that before I took the liberty of educating myself on the subject, I would
still be saying “Yeah no, I’m definitely not a feminist. Don’t put me in the
same category as them. I don’t want that label.” But today, if I were to get
that question… “Are you a feminist?” I would say yes. And I would be able to
say why. And then I would pull out my
phone and be able to give that person a very long, very detailed list of
articles, videos, interviews, and links regarding why they should be too.
I like to point to examples of everyday feminism when I get that question. For example, I watched the new Star Wars again last night, and I would say to someone, "You know when Rey keeps telling Finn to stop grabbing her hand? That's feminism." And I'd explain patterns of male saviors and damsels in distress. And I'd say, "You know how Rey is the main character of one of the most beloved and successful franchises in history? That's feminism." And I'd point out male dominance in the industry. Great post got me thinking!
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