feminism
At its core, feminism is the simple conviction that women are equal to men in every regard, and should be treated as such.
What it means to be in a sexist family
Have you ever tried to talk to a man about sexism and feminism? How it works, the fundamental beliefs, the taboos, the myths, all the gory stuff? Did they take it with an open mind, without being offended? I mean, I do hope they understood that they are two different things right? One is about the oppression of women and the other is about women empowerment. I can understand though, why they would feel personally attacked and offended by feminism. Feminism is proof that women have been oppressed, an ode to sexism if you will. But that would mean that men are and have done wrong. Oh no. That just can’t be. Some men might even think feminism is what sexism is called when women are sexist to men. Of course, if women fight for their equal social standing to men then that is in turn oppressing men. There’s no such thing as an equal power balance, someone has to be superior and if women try to gain that position, then it’s threatening, it’s sexist, it’s feminist. But anyways, let’s hope those men you have talked to before did not believe this. It’s a bit different in my case.
UniqueFAYSPublished 3 years ago in VivaPatriarchy found me
Patriarchy found me. Maybe because it was Christmas Day, maybe because it was the Christmas carols I heard on my Spotify list, but I found myself drinking a glass of wine and wondering how I ended up alone on this day. It wasn't because of the lack of other options or because of the Coronovirus. It was because of the fact that I am an inconvenient woman and because patriarchy is evil and it sucks. Over the last two days, I realized that two men from my alma mater had taken advantage of me on two separate occasions when I was inebriated after consuming alcohol with them and I was not able to give consent.
Are you sure that "We don't need Feminism anymore"?
The statement that we don't need feminism anymore may be regarded as true by the women that British feminism has historically benefitted; mainly the middle/upper class, white women that the Suffragette movement of the early 1900’s was led by. In 1918, female property owners over the age of 30 were finally granted the right to vote in the General Election, which we regard today as a momentous achievement for British women. However, “property owners” clearly left out any woman who was poor. And Suffragettes such as Millicent Fawcett and Josephine Butler used the idea of superior British imperialism as a way to win their rights, through portraying Indian women living in England as enslaved and primitive. Through these concepts, white women were able to place themselves at a higher social standing to get what they desired.
Frida ShahPublished 3 years ago in VivaWhy I asked Vocal to move my story from the Feminism Community....
I love strong women. There is something powerful about a woman who lives without limits. Something brave and beautiful. A woman who stands up not only for herself but for others. She’s sexy. She’s resilient. She’s truly feminine. Women have fought hard simply to have a voice that could be not only heard, but also considered and respected.
Jessica RaePublished 3 years ago in VivaTERF is not Feminism
Trans-Exclusionary Radical Feminism Written By Leon Zadok – January 15, 2021 Feminism is a multifaceted beast. Proponents of feminism, I'm sure, would all say they are 'for' gender equality for women. But, the specifics of what that means can be contentious. As LGBTQ communities become more present in our collective consciousness, disagreements about what it means to be a feminist have exposed new darkness within a gender, just beginning to reap the benefits of emancipation.
SNROCINUTAFPublished 3 years ago in VivaUsing Your Voice Could Save a Life
I never thought anything like this could happen to me. Especially by someone I love. I was taught as a young girl to respect my elders. I never talked back to my parents, grandparents, or anyone else that was older than me. I grew up in the era where we had no cell phones, playing outside til the street lights came on, (or for me and my siblings it was dads whistle.) We knew where our play boundaries were and we didn't dare go outside those boundaries. I grew up respecting my parents and the rules they set out before us. (Besides the usual kid stuff that is.) I never questioned the adults in my life. Although, as a young child nothing ever happened to me to question the adults in my life that I trusted. Mom and dad both taught me about the good touch, bad touch, and taught me about "bad people" but I never thought that one of those "bad people" could be anyone in my family. Someone I trusted.
Amanda BlandPublished 3 years ago in VivaOn Learning to Respect Boundaries
Boundaries. This word is used so often that some might mistake it for a meaningless buzzword--a form of virtue signaling. But boundaries are real, and important to respect.
Erica MonesPublished 3 years ago in VivaTaboos We All Are Tired Of!
Can you believe this- a majority of women prefer buying lingerie or any hot nightwear for ladies in India online primarily because they do not fear being caught while buying one. I understand shopping online has numerous benefits, but the one stated above boils my blood.
Billebon Online Lingerie StorePublished 3 years ago in VivaThe Monster Next Door
Welcome to my world. It started 40 years ago. Two military parents whom already bore a son. My parents worked hard to provide a great life. They resided in a nice house in the suburbs of New Orleans. Family vacations, big family gatherings during the holidays, cookouts, birthday parties; just living life. My parents had date night every other Friday and they would secure a babysitter. She lived across the street from us. She was nice. She wasn’t the problem though. This is where my love/hate relationship for men all started. This is where I learned what had to be unlearned; The only thing men desires is sex. It all started one night with an innocent game of hide and go seek. He was ccounting. 1...2....3...4....We all ran, innocently hiding in places we thought we would not be found. I hid in the guest room under the bed. I can see his feet and try to make a run for it to base. He looked around acting as if he were looking for everyone. We were the only ones in the room. It was as if he knew I was in the room alone. He walked slowly to the bed and pretended to look around the room. He bent down and smiled with his hand gesture over his mouth as to tell me not to speak. I froze! He started touching my young, tender, four year old chest. I started to shake. Then he moved his hands down to my stomach, then my hips, then my thighs. He skipped my pocketbook (thats what we called a vagina) and watched my eyes to see how I would react. I didn’t. I was angry. I just wanted to scream, but who would belive me? What would my parents think? What would they do? He was our next door neighbor. Finally, he yelled out, “I got her!” Everyone came from their respective corners. I did not want to play anymore. I was done. Everyone kept asking me why, thinking I was upset that I was “found” first. That wasnt the problem. The problem was he just disrespected me and now walking around like everything is ok. Even at the young, tender age of four, I knew what he was doing was wrong.
I Hate It When I’m Expected To Cook
Before you judge me by the title of the story, let me tell you two things: I’m from a country where labor is ridiculously cheap (I can easily afford a full-time house help if I want).
5 Astonishingly Bold, Incisive and Thought-Provoking Feminist Reads of All Time
When most people hear the word ‘Feminism’, they picture angry, topless, and man-hating women demanding rights. Those are the graphics portrayed by pop culture and mainstream media.
Patriarchy found me II
Life has a funny way of revealing and showing things to you. I thought that I would quietly process 2020 and everything crazy that has happened this past year on New Year's Eve even as late as last week. But this past Sunday, I had a realization that two guys at my alma mater took advantage of me on two separate occasions when I was inebriated and was not in a position to consent. I had hoped that I would blissfully bask in the memories of 2020 and the last 20 years as I embark on a new decade. Yet, Universe, in a sharp turn, disclosed things to me I hadn't anticipated. As an addendum to my story which I published two days ago, I am documenting what happened with the two guys that took advantage of me. I tried emailing both of them on December 28, 2020 when the above realization had struck me. The first guy, who is three years older than me, didn't even bother replying to my emails. I guess the fact that he committed a crime of gender-based violence didn't phase him or his "busy life" in Korea. The other guy, who was an RA at the dorm where I was also a staff member, wrote back in a belated email, saying that he "did not receive my first email which may have gone to his spam folder" even though I sent the email from my Alumni account with a subject line - "I think you should read this." He then offered his version of events, which included the line, "I didn't realize you were inebriated" and "I (he) was the one who felt victimized and used." Unbelievable.