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I’m gonna rant about society and culture and all those things that everyone who shouldn’t have an opinion still has an opinion on, maybe even myself included.
Today I was asked if I was a feminist because my favorite book is “Bitch: In Praise of Difficult Women” by Elizabeth Wurtzel. The term “feminist” really annoys me. I understand that it was important back in the day and it started the revolution. I truly do believe that when feminism began it was because “feminism [REALLY WAS] the radical notion that women are people” but today it holds so much stigma. It’s all about women so are angry, aggressive, unshaven and dick biting Lorena Bobbitt types (side note; the doctor should have refused to reattach John Bobbitt’s penis. Just sayin). Today you don’t have to be a feminist to believe that women are people. You just need to have a bit of self respect and a proper fitting bra I say!
To quote a good woman; (and I will be quoting a lot of good women and men in this post, because this rant has all be said before) You don’t have to be anti-man to be pro-woman. ~Jane Galvin Lewis. Anytime I am called a feminist, I’m offended on some level. To anyone who can’t just love women because they are, a feminist can’t be pretty or sexy or respect her body and still love her life and her men. She can’t have a few good men during the week and leave her weekends open to possibilities. She’s not allowed to dance all night in 6 inch heels and a push up bra (or a double push up if you’re feeling risque!). And she’s certainly not allowed to love and respect men the same way she loves and respects herself. Which, I believe, are all the things that women are/should finally be able to take advantage of. It’s as if women can’t just be equal with men, we are either a (ball bustin’) feminist or a (sniveling, cowardly) anti-feminist. To sum this all up, I think Rebecca West said it best with “I myself have never been able to find out what feminism is; I only know that people call me a feminist whenever I express sentiments that differentiate me from a doormat or a prostitute.” 98 years later and we are still so confused.
So I’m not going to be a feminist, I’m going to be a humanist. I’m going to love the people around me for who they are (even if they piss me off hourly), but I’m going to love them as people, as humans. Not for their gender or sexual orientation or their skin colour or if they fit into a 00 at Banana Republic.
“She may, in fact, be as nice as can be, but as soon as she says catch me if you can I’m so free this is my life and the rest can fuck off and die–as soon as she lays down the option of my way or the highway, it’s amazing how quickly everyone finds her difficult, crazy, a nightmare: a bitch.” – Elizabeth Wurtzel
And because I know this is a fashion blog, here are some links to fabulous sites that I shop at way too regularly. These are links to stores that are all about being sexy, being a woman and being who you are and loving it.
Pin Up Girl Clothing
Kiss Me Deadly
