Betty Dodson with Carlin Ross
Better Orgasms. Better World.
New discoveries worth mentioning: I absolutely HATE medical-surgical nursing, The Amazing Dr. G is moving away, and my therapist is probably the most awesome fucking feminist in my area.
I don't have much to say about school. Just that December can't get here fast enough. When I embarked on this nursing school journey, I was easily pulling As in accelerated core classes. Now that I'm in the midst of all things nursing, I find myself rejoicing over anything above a 75%. It's hard, because I may not be a genius, but I am *not* stupid by any means. My test grades don't always reflect that.
Dr. G is moving close to her hometown, which happens to far away from me. I was sad for a few days, then I remembered that this time next year, I could potentially be in a completely different state and I see her once a year... So, fuck... Cut your losses.
My therapist (gotta think of a name for that fantastic bitch) is outraged about the whole "women can't get birth control" thing and how a man in our area got a penile implant and it was covered by insurance. Her advice was to "get him a strap-on and let him play with that shit." If I were thin, blond, and white, she could totally be my mom, because we have pretty much everything in common. She is so fucking intelligent.
Feminism has newly piqued my interest. I consider myself a feminist. Honestly, I didn't even know what a feminist was. Well, I did know, but I didn't think my understanding matched the actual definition. Turns out, it's... pretty simple: Equality. Awesome. I am with all that shit.
I bought the book "Full Frontal Feminism" by Jessica Valenti in an effort to... Fuck, I don't know what my reason was for ordering this damn book. I don't have time to read it unless I'm on the toilet and it's not related to anything I should be studying. I guess I bought it because... I'm curious. I just wanted to learn and understand anything that she could offer me on the topic of feminism.
I'm only a few pages in and I have mixed feelings. I find myself rolling my eyes and sighing at the overall "homegirl attitude" of the book. I feel like she's trying too hard to be relatable and appealing. Then again, I can't imagine finding this book worth reading if it was full of black and white feminist history with no personal experiences or opinions. I read it in spurts and I don't find myself eagerly anticipating the next page turn. I guess I don't really like it, but I'll definitely finish it and add it to my personal library, since I paid for it.
I think there are so many types of feminists, which is why the reputations range from "angry and insufferable bitches" to "whiny sluts who need to shut the fuck up." I think that's why I was so apprehensive to identify myself as one. I fucking hate labels. I hate the stigma that comes along with identifying myself as anything...
I don't identify as bisexual. I love people, not women or men. Of course, I have my preference as everyone else does, but every person I encounter can potentially be a partner for me, because I don't identify people by what is between their legs. I care more about that wonderfully wrinkled hunk of matter between your ears.
I didn't want to identify as a feminist because sometimes I feel that some feminists border on female supremacy over gender equality. I don't like that. I don't think I'm better than anyone. Wait, lie. I do think I'm better than some people, but it's not because I have ovaries and a vagina. Whenever I identify as something, I wish people would respond with "Well, what does that mean for you?" because their understanding if what I am may not parallel with the actuality of what I am.
I guess this circles back to the whole "labels and definition" debate. Don't put me in a box. Don't try to understand. Just let me be the person who defines who I am.
I'm feminist
not "a" feminist. Being feminist means I have other things I'm passionate about too and the title feminist doesn't define me. I'm feminist because at the moment there's a need to be.
Gender supremacy vs equality, and labels
I share your dislike of labels. And I think you've brought up a profound question about other people's reactions to what we identify with: How do we know that their understanding of a concept is what WE mean when we say it? it goes back to your point of there being different kinds of feminists or (say) agnostics or humanists. A scientist once said, "We see the world not as it is, but as we are."
I was a sort of feminist when I was young simply because equality seemed so obviously right. When my younger sister had trouble imagining that women could enter certain professions, I remember telling her that women could be anything they wanted---there were no limits. I read feminist literature for a while, but I stopped when I realized that some feminists had been so poisoned by hatred that they could no longer envision that world of equality so many of us want.
A lot of people
are damaged by decades of patriarchy. Their life experience and their frustrations have shaped who they are and that can involve some bitterness. It doesn't just happen to women. For much of the 20th century lower class English people viewed the middle class as posh and pretentious while for very often no good reason the lower class were excluded and held back and that created bitterness too.
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yay! I've been missing your
yay! I've been missing your articles VMB. Good to hear your ponderings again
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