Anonymous said: I'm not a woman, but I definitely need feminism. I was abused by my father growing up. Whenever I'd cry, he'd call me a woman. I never understood why that was an insult. Even women co-workers have told me to "act like a man"/"stop being such a woman". I was also constantly sexually harassed by a girl friend who got a rise out of trying to seduce me. When I finally gave in and reciprocated, she shamed me and told me she could do whatever she wanted because of her gender :/
I completely agree, women are so stereotypicaly the lesser being that it is normal to use femininty as an insult. I’m so sorry about the horribleness you suffered as a child :( no one ever deserves that and your girlfriend doesn’t sound like she treated you well at all, so I’m sorry. I think we all need feminism, because we all want equality :)
I think the reason why a lot of lovely, kind, non-misogynist, male friends don’t get feminism is just the fact they are, in reality, never going to experience being a women.
They are never ever going to experience being made to feel like a piece of meat on christmas display in a butchers shop, as white van men mock you through a semi open window.
They are never going to have to choose between their life long careers and starting a family, the latter of which happens to be essential to the maintenance of the human race.
They don’t have to hide their sexual escapees out of shame because ‘Its an amazing key that opens all locks, but a shitty lock if its opened by lots of keys’, instead they revel in their accomplishments.
They know that if they are a victim of crime they’re not going to be asked about what they were wearing, or how short they’re shorts were, or if they were drunk and might have wanted the crime to take place originally.
They will never have to look on at their co-worker who does exactly the same hours, maybe even less, but will get paid that little bit more than you because his genitals are a different shape, and this will be pretty much impossible to identify on the bank slips.
And you know what, I’m tired of it.
