Saturday, January 2, 2010

my femin(is)m

a kneejerk response to “Are You a Feminist or a Feminine-ist?” by Karen Salmansohn at oprah.com

my feminism is enraged
my feminism does not replace power with empowerment
my feminism is LBGTQI friendly
my feminism says choose your choice, even if your choice does not reflect mine
my feminism is a safe space, where women are not imaged as meat, where women are not pictured as parts, where women are not measured as bodies
my feminism wears combat boots
my feminism wears tennis shoes
my feminism wears high heels that click smartly on the sidewalk
my feminism goes barefoot when the mood strikes
my feminism plays contact sports
my feminism dances a graceful ballet
my feminism does not accept a binary world
my feminism writes angry letters to parliament, to advertisers, to television stations
my feminism imagines that most of those letters go unread and unnoticed, but she keeps writing anyways
my feminism is a slut
my feminism is a prude
my feminism lies in bed masturbating alone, except that one time it was on her living room couch
my feminism tries not to judge
my feminism feels fat and lazy
my feminism is told she is too thin, she should eat more, is told she is too fat, why doesn't she try to exercise
my feminism acknowledges her middle-class white ablist privilege
my feminism wants to unpack that privilege, is working to unpack that privilege as best she can
my feminism wants to educate
my feminism wants to fight battles, have shouting matches, dispel ignorance with violence
my feminism is a pacifist, is gentle, tries to model appropriate behaviour
my feminism is a bonerkiller, is humourless
my feminism will not laugh at rape or sexual assault played for laughs
my feminism can take a joke, believe it or not
my feminism is an equal opportunity employer
my feminism is afraid to walk home by herself at night, even when sober
my feminism believes no one should be held to a different standard to prevent victimization, but nevertheless utilizes the buddy system
my feminism knows that it is not her fault
my feminism feels guilty, has trouble looking herself in the eye sometimes
my feminism avoids talking about feminism, because talking politics is impolite
my feminism insists that the personal is political, but politics should stay out of the bedrooms of the nations
my feminism feels ignored by science and medicine
my feminism is hysteric
my feminism is feminine
my feminism is masculine
my feminism is queer
my feminism is asexual
my feminism is polyamorous
my feminism is a fetishist
my feminism is bitchy
my feminism is nice
my feminism is soft and gentle, with a floral fragrance
my feminism is unshaven
my feminism is shaved bare
my feminism is not wearing underpants
my feminism bleeds monthly
my feminism has missed a period
my feminism is irregular
my feminism has never menstruated
my feminism is quiet and reserved
my feminism waits for the opportune moment
my feminism is subtle and polite
my feminism is a small bird hitting the glass ceiling
my feminism is asked when she will have children
my feminism is a mother
my feminism is a spinster
my feminism will not get married
my feminism got married at city hall
my feminism was married in a church
my feminism was married in a blue dress, in a black suit, in white, in jeans
my feminism cannot have children
my feminism has children
my feminism refuses to be defined by her relationships
my feminism is a person in her own right
my feminism runs a business
my feminism works for minimum wage
my feminism wants it all
my feminism is told what to want by advertising in magazines
my feminism is a consumer
my feminism is tired of being treated as a niche demographic
my feminism produces her own content
my feminism is a balancing act
my feminism is unhappier than ever before, is happier than ever before, who’s to say
my feminism plays with dolls and monster trucks
my feminism is sobbing at newspapers
my feminism is the future
my feminism is aching
my feminism is
my feminism is
my feminism is
my feminism is
my feminism is for you.

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