A Nasty Woman.
Think we can all agree 2016 was a cunt of a year. It’s events enough to finally prompt me into action. And yes, I curse! Along with fuck (and all its derivatives), the C-word is a particular favourite. It’s a glorious descriptive sure to guarantee a reaction, and in using it I take back the power.
But I digress.
Am I a feminist, you ask? If you believe everybody should be treated equally, then yes, you are a feminist. Because feminism does not discriminate, its concept is simple, equality. And for the doubters and nay-sayers, if our presence pisses on your chips, have hope. Once we finally achieve equal standing, feminists will cease to exist and we’ll be out of your hair. Sounds like a win-win to me.
Choose Your Words Wisely
Words reveal the true nature of the beast. You have to admire the power of the written word and how even a simple sentence can change perceptions. Words can touch the heart of the greatest cynic or stop you in your tracks. Words can incite, you only have to look at the recent global protests of Trump’s Inauguration. A staggering 3.5 million people gathered worldwide to protest. This revolution began with one woman, Teresa Shook and a simple Facebook invite.
Through my work, I meet with a myriad of women all with their own stories and demons. Sadly most have a critical self-loathing, this critique often based on patriarchal structure, and the fallacy of the beauty myth.
However, I felt there was an air of passivity to their mindset. So, desperate to open Pandora’s Box and prise the lid off an apathetic attitude to feminism, I began blogging via social media sites. The aim was to create conversation, however, it was frustrating to only receive the occasional response. There was no debate, no discussion; that could be that I’m a shit writer, only time will tell on that one. Exasperated, I realised that this was not the platform for my musings, I had to grab the proverbial pussy by the short and curlies (well, if it’s good enough to get you into the White House) and chance my luck.
Time To Open That Can Of Worms.
Living in a town whose residents at best could be considered conservative and I do not mean politically, we leave that to the Scottish National Party. The town’s foundations firmly set within an extremely powerful evangelical Christian stronghold; Open and Closed Brethren to be exact. For those that don’t know, they are a bit like Scientologists; but with headscarves and a strict no trouser policy (for the women, obviously). My musings would be considered heretical, so not much chance of striking up a conversation round here.
It has always baffled me that women do not identify with being feminist. Historically, it’s no secret us gals have had the shitty end of the equality stick. Feminism is a simple belief that we are equal; with some have given their very lives for this belief.
Personally, I prefer to hang with the trailblazers and rebels. To take their sacrifice for granted does them a huge disservice. Feminism is a fantastical place and you are in the best of company. And it’s cooler than sitting with the mean girls. It’s like the Rat Pack, but with better tits. Ruth Bader Ginsburg, Dorothy Parker. Maya Angelou, Gloria Steinem, Virginia Woolf. Michelle Obama, Camille Paglia. Lady Gaga, Carrie Fisher, Emily Pankhurst. Madonna, Rosa Parks, Marsha P. Johnson and Sylvia Rivera. The Suffragettes, Naomi Wolf, Mary Wollstonecraft. Isabella Baumfree, Malala Yousafzai, Frida Kahlo – and every other amazing woman in between.
I’m not asking you to burn your bra here, that would be stupidity, especially in my case. Just consider the options, think outside the box and for yourself. Help educate the next generation on how to smash the glass ceiling.
Irrespective of age, there comes a time in everyone’s life where, if you have a moral compass or an inquisitive mind, you assess what you have learned from family and society, and make a decision to either reject it or remain ignorant. Like it or not, each of us is responsible for becoming more than the generation before.
And on the subject of smashing the glass ceiling, here is Eva. Our future Prime Minister.