YOU Are A Feminist! So Am I, So Is She

No Ifs, Ands or Buts…..

I get this a lot: “You don’t look like a feminist.”  

I met my now husband when I was 18 and I dropped out of university when I was 19. I got engaged at 21 and married at 22. I worked to put my husband through grad school and had my kids at 26 and 29.

I am a feminist.

I am vain. I’ve been getting botox and fillers since I was 35 and I’ve had my boobs “beautified”.

I love heels and have been dying my hair since I was thirteen. I shave almost everything but my private parts which by today’s standards is downright jurassic.

I am a feminist.

I like a lot of men. I believe there are good men out there. I’ve told my girls to travel in pairs and not accept drinks from strangers. I worry about getting older and becoming invisible. I’ll probably get a facelift, I love a spray tan and I have no idea how to lean in.

I am a feminist.

When a man tells me to smile I usually do. I really enjoy sex and I’ve got a crush on Ryan Gosling. I like to feel feminine. I’ve struggled with eating disorders most of my life and I love the movie “Pretty Woman”. I’ve read my share of bodice rippers.

I am a feminist.

I’m interested in equality not matriarchy. I have all the usual unconscious biases. I’ve worn thongs and push up bras. I know women I think are bitches and I’ve referred to some as cunts. My husband is in charge of changing flats, carrying luggage and paying the bills. And “My husband’s babysitting” has passed my lips.

I am a feminist.

What don’t you get?