Bad Feminist — A Guest Post8:57:00 AM
Yesterday morning, I woke up and went to work. I stayed from eight in the morning until one in the afternoon. I cleaned up, started on some studying and assignments, and then took a nap until my afternoon was gone. And then in the late evening I went out with a friend, reconvened at my place, and had a nice chat with McKay. I did not participate in any marches nor did I look to see where the nearest organized march would be. Instead, I took care of some responsibilities that I needed to take care of, and I feel a little bad for it.
So, am I a bad feminist for only considering participating in the form of a brief thought? Are my clicks from behind a screen worth anything? I believe in the inclusivity of men and women being equal. I acknowledge that binaries are not the only things that exist in identities, and the human race is so diverse and beautiful that being intersectional is important.
In a lot of words, I am trying to say that I am not a bad feminist for marching. I don’t know why I feel like my lack of participation in the many marches all over the world means I am less of a feminist than those who did march. I helped young girls pursue their passions in riding. I helped myself to achieve my goal of higher education, which is something that is important to me as it is to many others. I should not take my university studies for granted, and I shouldn’t cast them aside when I am so close to graduating and the work I need to do is important. I even called out some misogyny later in the evening. My work is small. I live in a smaller area right now, and there are certain things that are harder to achieve. I am not a bad feminist; I just can’t afford certain things. And so, I am not just settling for the smaller scale, supporting my fellow feminists and working in my community to spread the belief that equality and human rights are necessary and belong to all. I hope that, as a feminist, my work on myself and with those around me are valid contributions to our society and community at large.
I hope I make sense, because right now the world at large is a very confusing and scary place for a woman, a daughter of an immigrant, a mixed person of color in her early twenties. I am not certain, but I am trying.