A Closet Feminist's Manifesto
I'm tired of staying quiet, and frankly, I'm angry.
This post was inspired by the article Brave Enough to Be Angry, and my title was inspired by this quote by the author:
"I did not call myself a feminist until I was nearly 20 years old. My world had taught me that feminists were ugly and ridiculous..."
I'm 31, and I still identify with this feeling. I'm not proud of it, but I’m tired of staying quiet, and frankly, I’m angry.
I’m tired of feeling the need to be pleasant toward men who have been terrible to me and women I care about for fear of “making a scene.” I’m disappointed in myself and other women for essentially advising each other to suck it up because that’s the world we live in. I’m tired of being talked over. I’m angry that my first instinct is to laugh uncomfortably when someone says something offensive to me. I’m tired of being told to “stop pouting” when I “don’t get my way” and that I should shut up and be grateful for whatever “compromise” is handed to me. I’m tired of having to fight twice as hard to get what I want and need.
And most of all, I’m angry at myself over the fact that this cryptic post is the most I’ve done about it. I’m angry that despite everything I just said, it took me hours to post this because I’m still worried about what other people think.
I know I need to be the change I wish to see in the world—I just hope I can be brave enough to do so. At the very least, I hope I can raise my son to be part of the solution.