In my post about not blogging for a while and wanting to make a comeback, I mentioned wanting to write more feminist content. And I do.
Feminism is a huge part of my life, and I believe it should have a space in everyone’s lives. I’ve worked with feminist charities like Refuge & Women’s Aid and brought it to my podcast. I even started a feminist magazine.
But for some reason, it never quite made it to my blog in the way I wanted to. Perhaps that’s because I, regrettably, spent too much time writing about bullshit.
You can read more about my thoughts on bullshit here.
So, I want to introduce feminism to my blog by chatting about my own introduction to feminism.
No. This isn’t another Pixar sequel. Although, imagine how amazing that would be! Dory could swim around being woke and smashing the patriarchy, and maybe she’d finally slap Marlin for always limiting her. But then she’d forget about all the hard work she’d done, and it would all come crashing down again.
We’re getting off track.
This is a post about how I found my feminism. How I went from not giving a shit about any of society’s unfairness to women, to becoming an activist who speaks about feminism on TV and started a whole production based around its principles (and there will be more feminist projects to come…)
Ignorance & Internalised Misogyny
Okay. Here’s the confession part of this post. When I say there was a time that I realised I was a feminist and possessed ideals about changing society and it’s constructs to benefit the sexes equally, I mean I did a full 180. It wasn’t a case of me floating around school and college getting on with other
Maturing & Noticing
It sounds silly and like I’m desperate for avoidance from my naivety, but I honestly don’t think I noticed a lot of the unfairness in society, particularly when it came to gender-based power imbalances, until a certain age. I remember, when I was younger, certain family members of mine would say ridiculously sexist things as though they were day-to-day colloquialisms. That was just how it was, and I didn’t see a necessity for change. When I say I didn’t used to be a feminist, I mean I was quite the obvious.
I used to be one of those idiots that says feminism is stupid and a waste of time. I even think I once said the words ‘I don’t know why women complain about cat calling.’
I hate this Beth. I want to meet this Beth in the gritty carpark and punch her in the teeth.
This Beth is a total bell-end.
I’m pretty mad at my past self for being so ignorant and awful, but I also feel kind of sad towards that part of my life, as the reason for my ignorance was becoming immune to sexism. I set sexist beliefs, power imbalances, manipulative behaviour from men and even outright sexual harassment as my standard, my norm. And that’s awful.
I grew up in a school where rape culture was rife, parents
aligned particular job roles with genders
I eventually got hurt by a male in a way that felt significant, even within the sexist world I accepted as normal.
Wanting to See Change