My name is Mish and I am a feminist. I have not had a feminist rant in 3 weeks and 3 days….my name is Mish and I have a problem. My problem is not that I am a feminist, as a feminist I believe that women should be accorded equal status to men. I see that this is a good thing for both men and women. My problem is not that I am treated as a second class citizen in my home country, at least not until I declare my feminism.
My name is Mish and I am a feminist. I have a problem and that is that I am not a femnazi. If I were a femnazi then I could subscribe to the utter crap that seems to be western feminism today. If I were a femnazi then I could join my sisters in proclaiming that all men everywhere always automatically treat women like shit. If only I were a femnazi then I would feel no guilt about my statement of feminism, about my beliefs. But because of the existence of these militant, not always (sadly) ignorant women I do feel guilt over my feminism.
By the early nineties in Britain most of the inequalities between the sexes were, at least publicly, levelled. By the early nineties in Britain most male attitudes were in favour of these inequalities being levelled. I do not live in the same world as my mother, I most certainly do not live in the same world as my grandmother or great grandmother (a left wing political activist). So why the hell am I still standing here clutching to the feminism like it was somehow needed?
Because it is. Because I have a problem. And my problem is that I believe that an identity cannot be stereotyped, that people are all influenced by social factors but that the core of identity comes from within.
My name is Mish and I am a feminist. I have not had a feminist rant in 3 weeks and 3 days. I have a problem…if I were a transexual I would not pass most doctors ideas of how I should be living as a woman. (according to two MTF transexuals I met on the train the other day) I don’t look womanly enough, I don’t dress girly enough, if I wasn’t born with boobs and bits there’d be nobody to give them to me.
My name is Mish and I have a problem, in order to defend womanhood, what it meant to be a woman was narrowed, cosolidated and declared as the truth and now in the west all of those lovely feminist theories take it as read that being a woman only means being one thing and being a man means one thing and all inter-gender relationships are based off these things. We are boxed in by the labels our elder sisters gave us to try to save us. We are enclosed by the femnazis slowly destroying all meaning inherent in both genders. We are more than our bodies true, but gender is encased in our bodies, encoded in our physicality and our identity though shaped partially by our bodies and our society comes from a place far deeper within us than either our genitalia or family background.
My name is Mish and I have a problem; I don’t conform to anyones idea of what it is to be a woman. I don’t view art according to male gaze theory, and you know what? I never met a man who did.
Identity and theories of identity are stifleing the feminist cause. The world is full of bigotry and real crimes against women and when we as feminists try to open our mouths to try and defend, to try and inform, to try and prevent then we are stifled. We are stifled by the femnazis, by the women who read some critical essay by Laura fucking Mulvey and believed it to be the truth. Not only that but believed it to be the only possible truth and now our cause feels almost lost because the feminist voices are drowned out by the screams of the femnazi who is slowly killing the multiplicity of the female identity with her shrill cries.