Why I am a Feminist


 

 

I am sure that most of my friends and readers here know that I am a Feminist. To tell the truth I have been a feminist, a card carrying, marching, picketing, stand up for women’s rights feminists, since the seventies.  I went to the library and found a book about the Witch Trials in Europe, a subject I had not had mentioned to me in school. Well, I read and read. I went back to the library and took out all of the books they had on the subject. I read all of those and ordered every other one they could get for me. I ended this reading binge by transforming into a feminist. Over six million women and children were killed, tortured, drown, burned alive, raped, humiliated because they had a knack for healing, they knew a lot about herbs and they were good with animals. So, they were killed, murdered, tortured to death, made to confess to things that just weren’t true. For instance, they did not consort with the devil.

 

My eyes snapped open and I suddenly realized that I saw sexism everywhere. Men, most but not all, thrived on it and women and children are killed by it. Even here in America, I realized that we were not considered equal to men. Men were abusing women every 11 seconds and rape was rampant because everyone knew “women really wanted it”. “No” meant nothing. Women who were brassy enough to go out and get a job were considered weird.

 

Suddenly, women were talking about wanting to be mothers and workers. They wanted to go back to school. They didn’t want to be punched, kicked, shoved, raped, or emotionally humiliated anymore. Groups of women began to form where women could talk to each other about what was happening in their lives. Then they began to realize that they were making $0.64 for every $1.00 and man made at the same job.

 

Well, those of us who considered themselves to be feminists, marched, debated and voted to make life more equitable for women and children. We ran Domestic Violence shelters,  and Rape Crises Centers; we educated younger women about safe sex and that no one had the right to tell any of us what to do with our bodies. I had to get written permission from my first husband to have a tubal ligation in 1972. I was a grown woman and I had to ask if I could do  what I wanted with my body. These are just a few of the reasons I am a feminist. I am proud to be a feminist and will die a feminist. When I find young women who think the issues through, I am excited to assist in any way that I can.

 

 

Before you leave tonight, look around my blog. You may find somethings that speak to you. Blessings to all.

We are Love. No ticket required

We are Love. No ticket required. Feminists don’t hate men, we love being women and want to be respected for the Phenomenal Women that we are!

Woman's mask made out of leather.

              Woman’s mask made out of leather.

4 thoughts on “Why I am a Feminist

  1. inavukic says:

    It is exactly because of the hard battles fought for women’s rights that life is so much richer! Power to women!

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