There are so many opinions about feminism.
So many experiences.
So many representatives.
Some I have agreed with.
Some I have not.
The word “feminism” comes with so much baggage
that in most of my own social circles,
I feel a heavy resistance whenever I use the word.
And I guess I’m not okay with that.
Because I really do believe that at the heart of feminism is something good.
So being the nerd I am, I went to the dictionary.
“The public support for women’s rights on the basis of the equality of the sexes”
EQUALITY (I love this word):
“The basis of being equal, especially in status, rights, and opportunities”
So, you have five pennies and I have a nickel.
Which means we both have equal change, correct?
Different coins, yet equal in value (or worth).
Sometimes being able to split change is needed, other times having less coins is convenient.
Both have pros and cons.
But the point is they are both
Regardless of their differences.
DIFFERENT yet EQUAL.
The point is we are different and yet our differences ultimately don’t make either of us better or worse. Would you prefer a nickel over five pennies in your fanny pack at Disneyland? Yes.
Would you be desperate for a penny when returning something at Walmart so the cashier can you give you a dollar bill back instead of 99 cents in change. Also, yes.
At the end of the day, your genitals shouldn’t (or don’t) decide that someone is worth more than someone else,
as if one sex is better than another.
It also shouldn’t decide who deserves power, or who gets to do what. Neither should your nationality, or the quantity of melanoma in your skin, etc.
My greatest hope for my daughters and sons is that they are acknowledged as equal, that they are the recipients of equal rights, and are given equal opportunities.
And that you, me, and everyone in between have the privilege of standing alongside someone when we see equality not being offered to someone else. If you’re not careful…you might realize you’re a feminist.