Privillege
I guess I should have taken some Woman’s Studies classes … because whenever women talk about male privilege I am at a loss. But then, having been raised the way I was (by a Mom who works construction and such) I have always assumed I also have the same “privilege” and acted accordingly. And I am shocked by women who do not assume the same “privilege”. Maybe this is why people can find me intimidating and difficult? Hmmmmmm…
Today’s Rant: Hypocritical Feminists
My Mother and Grandmother’s generations fought hard against men telling them what they can and cannot do with their own bodies. They burned bras and refused to shave their legs. They fought for the right to wear what they wished.
They raised us (my generation and younger) to never let anyone tell them what we can and cannot do with our bodies or what to wear.
But what they really meant was “everyone but them”
Those same women who fought so hard now turn around and snipe and sneer at younger women. They tell us we what we can or cannot do with our bodies, they tell us what we should or should not wear.
Ladies, if you want feminism to be carried forth. If you want that respect you deserve for your efforts. If you want us to listen to what you have to say, then please:
Stop telling us whether or not we should shave our pussies.
Stop telling us we shouldn’t wear short skirts.
Stop telling us we shouldn’t shake our asses on the dance floor.
Stop telling us what kind of sex we should be having with our men.
Stop telling us that a woman who… Continue reading
Ramblings on Womanhood and Feminism Part Two
1) I often have to drag my large, heavy and awkward work gear onto the bus. Whenever the bus is being driven by a man, he “kneels” or lowers the bus to make it easier for me to board and disembark.
Female bus drivers never do this, not ever. Even if I ask them too the response is something along the lines of “Oh you’re fine” or “You’re a strong girl, you can do it” in a rather annoyed or even disgusted tone of voice.
2) Sometimes I drop my large, heavy and awkward work gear. Sometimes I wipe out on my bike. Sometimes I struggle to drag something like my work gear or my bike up steep staircases.
I never ask for help, but if another person is around they will usually respond to my “distress”.
Almost always a man or boy will stop to help me. Women however never help me and will tell me “You’re a strong girl, you can do it” if they acknowledge my presence at all. Actually often they are annoyed that I am taking up space on the sidewalk or taking too long to get up the stairs, I guess they are in… Continue reading
Juniper Rambles About Feminism and Womanhood (Part One)
I am a bad feminist, downright lousy in fact. I might even be viewed as a traitor to my own sex (if you’re militant enough to see it that way)
I’ll tell you why.
I like men more than women. I prefer the company of men over the company of people of my own sex. I trust men more than women.
Can you imagine that? I know, I know, how terrible is that?
There are many reasons, feelings and experiences that cause me to be a lousy feminist. Please allow me to explain in my own rambling way.
I suppose the main reason is that unlike most of other women I’ve met, I have been neglected, mistreated and abused much more by other women than by men. Even when I have been neglected, abused and mistreated by men, often there was a woman involved.
Punch for punch, insult for insult, hair pull for hair pull women take up a significantly higher amount of the pain brought upon me by others than men.
As a child and teen I was mercilessly bullied by the other girls at school. Both physically and verbally, as well as just emotionally jerked around. I’ll spare… Continue reading
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