My roommate, Sukie and I spent our Friday night drinking red wine and reading.After splitting a bottle and rummaging thruthe book shop;purchasing a drunken amount of books…we went back to our house and spent the evening cooking mini apple pies, drinking more red wine andreading our new purchases. The wine encouraged me to be a bit more ambitious with my selectionsas I found myself reading up on the international secret service but the best part of my night was speaking on Sukie’s book choose:”Lean In: Women, Work & the Will to Lead”, written by Sheryl Sandber, Chief Operating Officer,Facebook, which shiftedour conversation for the rest of the evening… (shocking as it is, sharing stories on the secret service aren’tnearly as enjoyable as speaking on modern-day feminism). Our conversation got me thinking about how proud I am to be awoman and how proud I am to be a feminist.
I’ve always had women in my life that I look up to on both a personal and professional basis; family, friends, teachers, neighbours, classmates and colleagues. Women that are beautiful and intelligent and whom I admire to an ongoing and almost overwhelming extent. But up until more recently, I had never considered myself a feminist as I’d never truly known the meaning of the word. I had mistakenly imagined “feminist’s” as angry and bitter; viewing themselves as superior to men…looking down on the women that didn’t share their aggressive behaviours and actions.
I’ve been lucky enough to grow up in a household that has brought me up to seeno superiorityin sex or race, rather simply,a person as a person. I’ve carried these beliefs with me for as long as I can remember. They have shaped me into whoI am today; assisting me in the decisions I make and experiences I learn in an often cruel and unfair world that has often become blind to these truths of equality. We often raise barriers with one another in attempt to define ourselves into categories that have been deemed fit by our environment andalso to separate ourselves into barriers that define our own comfort.
Contrary to popular belief…sometimes it feels a lot easier to frown than to smile. And sometimes when others do us wrong, its a lot simpler to retaliate their negativity rather that move forward. Luckily, in my 23 years, I have experienced a lot more love than hatred; many more smiles as opposed to frowns. The most important thing for me to always remember, is that its the hatred that is weak and that which brings us down.
I am not a feminist because I will endure child birth or because I view my sex to be superior. I am a feminist becausea person is a person.And until we’re living in a world that wipes the rest of the hatred that separates and divides us as a people, we all must speak on these truths and stand our ground. It’s pertinent that we’re all able to see sexism and racism as what they really are; termsestablished due to fear and ignorance. We know a lot more now than generations before us did. We’re able to access the information at our fingertips that people spent their entire lives trying to…but we still have to visit these issues on a daily basis.
I encourage the women and men in my life to always take a stand whenever human is viewed greater than or less than one another. Because until we’re able to view person as person, we’re living in a world thatwill never be capable of achieving all that we’reable to…and wouldn’tthat be nice?