I sit and drink wine and looking through my tumblr dash and feel so sore after yesterday’s Depeche Mode gig. I’m literally dead. And sleepy. And wine’s making me even more sleepy but it’s so good. It’s a good day.
Does your brand of feminism remove barriers for women, or simply move them around? Does is expand options for women, or does it just shift them? You don’t liberate women by forcing them to choose option B instead of option A. What is comfortable for you might not be comfortable for someone else, and it’s entirely possible that what you see as oppressive, other women find comfortable or even downright liberating.
Before you think the girl in the middle is a strawman, let me tell you I used to be her, back in my misguided youth. I considered myself the standard to which other people should adhere. But that was stupid. It’s not up to me to tell people how to dress, and it’s much nicer to let everyone choose for themselves.
Some women would feel naked without a veil. Some women would find it restrictive. Some women would feel restricted by a bra. Some women would feel naked without one. Some women would feel restricted by a tight corset. Others love them. Some wear lots of clothes with a corset. Some only wear the corset and nothing else. What makes any article of clothing oppressive is someone forcing you to wear it. And it’s just as oppressive to force someone not to wear something that they want to wear.
There’s only one kind of feminism and the “bad feminism” is all wrong. Feminism is all about rights and nothing about opressing yourself and/or each other with the way you wear clothes and do things. So the girl in the middle isn’t feminist, the things she’s sayin are all wrong. Do you want to know what feminism about? Learn about it first and then think if you are right when you tell other people what to wear (it’s also not only about women) and it will stop you from making mistakes like this one.
She’s not there, like this, on her knees, head bowed and wearing a collar because she is less than me. She’s not there because she is undeserving of respect. She’s not there because she is humiliated and degraded. She is there because she is the strongest woman I have ever known, the woman that holds my heart and captures my imagination. She is there because I respect her more than anyone else in the world. She is there because I protect her, nurture her and love her more than anyone ever has or could, not because she needs protection, but because she deserves it. She is there because she trusts me and submits to me and she is there in submission, most of all, because she chooses to be. That, that choice, is a gift and a strength that many could never understand and my responsibility to her is absolute.
Hi! My name is Roxana and I am 22. I'm a girl from Russia, I study History and Anthropology. My interests are: photography, ethnology, journalism, politics. I also love music, TV shows and musical theatre, cartoons and books.
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