and I’m damn proud of it.
Please visit Fair and Feminist for their young feminist Blog Carnival. Going on now!
P.S. Now that I wrote that I am wondering if I am still considered a “young” feminist. Man, I hope so because I am really not that old. I (*fingers crossed*) have many decades left on this planet. This weird generational split in the movement and this need to define ourselves against the “older” generation seems so strange. I get that the impetus is a response to being defined by that same older generation. But maybe in the same way that I believe mothers and child-free feminists need to stop discussing who is being oppressed more by society’s judgment of them (cause we ALL are because we are ALL women), I believe we get no where when we are trying to prove our worth and our significance to each other. It feels simple to me. I realize it’s not. But a girl can dream, can’t she?