I have been wondering where my feminism journey started and how I can take someone along with me. This is an attempt.
I use to regard feminism as “Wow, what the fuck are they talking about now?” In a way, I was interested because I didn’t fit into the standard mold – at least, what I thought girls were supposed to be like. (In my teenage mind, that meant being boy crazy, wearing makeup, and caring what I looked like). Either I had to accept myself as an anomaly/wrong, or conform. For awhile, I chose to accept that all people are unique and to not worry about it. Then I had to take a gender studies course for graduation.
So here it is.