Feminists do not want you to lose custody of your children. The assumption that women are naturally better caregivers is part of patriarchy.
Feminists do not like commercials in which bumbling dads mess up the laundry and competent wives have to bustle in and fix it. The assumption that women are naturally better housekeepers is part of patriarchy.
Feminists do not want you to have to make alimony payments. Alimony is set up to combat the fact that women have been historically expected to prioritize domestic duties over professional goals, thus minimizing their earning potential if their “traditional” marriages end. The assumption that wives should make babies instead of money is part of patriarchy.
Feminists do not want anyone to get raped in prison. Permissiveness and jokes about prison rape are part of rape culture, which is part of patriarchy.
Feminists do not want anyone to be falsely accused of rape. False rape accusations discredit rape victims, which reinforces rape culture, which is part of patriarchy.
Feminists do not want you to be lonely and we do not hate “nice guys.” The idea that certain people are inherently more valuable than other people because of superficial physical attributes is part of patriarchy.
Feminists do not want you to have to pay for dinner. We want the opportunity to achieve financial success on par with men in any field we choose (and are qualified for), and the fact that we currently don’t is part of patriarchy. The idea that men should coddle and provide for women, and/or purchase their affections in romantic contexts, is condescending and damaging and part of patriarchy.
Feminists do not want you to be maimed or killed in industrial accidents, or toil in coal mines while we do cushy secretarial work and various yarn-themed activities. The fact that women have long been shut out of dangerous industrial jobs (by men, by the way) is part of patriarchy.
Feminists do not want you to commit suicide. Any pressures and expectations that lower the quality of life of either gender are part of patriarchy. The fact that depression is characterized as an effeminate weakness, making men less likely to seek treatment, is part of patriarchy.
Feminists do not want you to be viewed with suspicion when you take your child to the park (men frequently insist that this is a serious issue, so I will take them at their word). The assumption that men are insatiable sexual animals, combined with the idea that it’s unnatural for men to care for children, is part of patriarchy.
Feminists do not want you to be drafted and then die in a war while we stay home and iron stuff. The idea that women are too weak to fight or too delicate to function in a military setting is part of patriarchy.
Feminists do not want women to escape prosecution on legitimate domestic violence charges, nor do we want men to be ridiculed for being raped or abused. The idea that women are naturally gentle and compliant and that victimhood is inherently feminine is part of patriarchy.
Feminists hate patriarchy. We do not hate you.”
Do you ever wonder about how an author would describe you in a novel? Not only your appearance but the way you talk and laugh and hold yourself and all the expressions on your face?
Yea, I took a class called Hitler and Natzism.
Do they still exist?
Nazis or Jews?
We’ve been through a lot, haven’t we? It’s been about 6 years now, I think. We’ve had fun; we’ve had spats; we’ve had deep conversations (the sort that not only touch your soul, but reach down to the very bottom) and we’ve had conversations about nothing at all. We’ve teased each other mercilessly. You even forgot my name once, when you had a concussion. Of course, I wouldn’t tell you my name, I made you guess until you got it right. We used to stay up talking all night, until we had to go into school the next day and fight hard to not fall asleep in class.
We’ve tried our hand at romance. That was an interesting time, but one that didn’t work out quite the way we planned. But we still survived as friends. Our love evolved from romantic to friendship and even brother/sister love. Of course, I’ve been paranoid ever since. I moved on, but I never could tell if you did. What if you haven’t moved on? What if friendship is too painful for you? I can’t imagine life without you, but I can’t imagine living with myself if I hurt you. Of course, it’s insanely arrogant of me to think that you haven’t moved on after all these years. I’m not that amazing. But there has always been something about you, a connection we share. I’ve never felt it with anyone else.
Things have been good and things have been rough. We’ve been riding the roller coaster for several years now: up and down, side to side. But you’re still my best friend and I love you. I know we haven’t talked in a few months now, not since last summer. But that’s okay. You go on ignoring me if that helps you sleep better at night. I still love you. I always will.
Couldn’t have said it better myself. Seriously read this!
Please read this. She really does explain it well.
Couldn’t have said it better myself.