Why I am a Feminist (and I Bet You are, Too)

Yes. This.

Here my friend Anna articulates her thoughts … and mine!

Living the Story

For a long time, it was a bad word. It meant angry–radical–abortion supporter–man-hating–and, perhaps worst of all, dark business suits with big shoulder pads. It was the woman I never wanted to be, the promiscuous party girl and corporate high-flyer who disdained motherhood, or shipped her kids off to a nanny.

Yet today, I will tell you boldly (with humility and grace, I hope) that yes – I am a feminist.

And you are, too.

(Probably.)

While I did (and probably do) have some anger, I arrived here without becoming any of the things I feared and disdained. I still love pink and decorating and babies and fashion. My relationship with my husband looks quite traditional, in many ways (I hate driving. He likes driving. Guess who drives most of the time?) Often, I’m the traditional feminine “feeler” and he’s the traditional masculine “thinker.” So what does…

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2 thoughts on “Why I am a Feminist (and I Bet You are, Too)

  1. Thank you for this. I was thinking of asking you how you defined “feminism,” then I realized you probably already had the answer on your blog, and I was right.

    I am curious about something else, though. I am always curious about how and why people change their minds. On Jan. 4, 2013 ( https://jackieleasommers.com/2013/01/04/books-books-books-8/ ) you were not a feminist, as stated in your review of Graceling, and by Feb. 11, 2015 (https://jackieleasommers.com/2015/02/11/5-secrets/ ), you were. What changed during those two years?

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