Coming from a traditional Southern background, being a
feminist in my family has always been extremely difficult. I am constantly
being asked when I’m going to marry, why I don’t want to have kids, and why I
often times “dress like a boy”. Traditional gender roles are still very
influential and followed in my house. When I speak up about something that
offends me or something happening in politics, I instantly get shut down,
getting told to stop trying to “be a rebel”, and sit down. It doesn’t end
there, either. My best friend, a tough looking punk girl who you’d expect to
believe in the rights of others, HATES feminism. Hates it. I remember one day a
friend and I were talking about the death penalty for rapists and pedophiles
and she butts in “Hannah get away from me with your feminist shit”. I was, and
still am, in shock. In what world, in what UNIVERSE is standing up for children
and rape victims “feminist shit?”. If she or one more family member tell me to “Stop
getting all feminist on them” or something of the like, I am going to lose. My.
Shit. I am sick and tired of being a door mat because I don’t want someone to chastise
me for speaking up. Over it. Done.
And don’t even get me started on the word “feminazi”, which
I am still in shock that people actually use thinking it’s okay. Like, “hey let’s
compare a movement for women’s rights to Hitler’s regime and the Holocaust,
great idea!”. Yeah. No. Shut up.
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