"My response to the “I am not a feminist” internet phenomenon….
First of all, it’s clear you don’t know what feminism is. But I’m not going to explain it to you. You can google it. To quote an old friend, “I’m not the feminist babysitter.”
But here is what I think you should know.
You’re insulting every woman who was forcibly restrained in a jail cell with a feeding tube down her throat for your right to vote, less than 100 years ago.
You’re degrading every woman who has accessed a rape crisis center, which wouldn’t exist without the feminist movement.
You’re undermining every woman who fought to make marital rape a crime (it was legal until 1993).
You’re spitting on the legacy of every woman who fought for women to be allowed to own property (1848). For the abolition of slavery and the rise of the labor union. For the right to divorce. For women to be allowed to have access to birth control (Comstock laws). For middle and upper class women to be allowed to work outside the home (poor women have always worked outside the home). To make domestic violence a crime in the US (It is very much legal in many parts of the world). To make workplace sexual harassment a crime.
In short, you know not what you speak of. You reap the rewards of these women’s sacrifices every day of your life. When you grin with your cutsey sign about how you’re not a feminist, you ignorantly spit on the sacred struggle of the past 200 years. You bite the hand that has fed you freedom, safety, and a voice.
In short, kiss my ass, you ignorant little jerks.”
“I was diagnosed with full-blown AIDS in 1997 when I passed out at work. Everybody found out that I was gay and had AIDS. I was deathly sick for two and a half years. If not for the diagnoses, I would have never come out of the closet.”
“Yes, even today. My father left my mother for a man in the early 70s, which destroyed both my mother and my family, and I thought I would never come out of the closet after that. A lot of people got married back in those days even if they were gay, because society told them that they had to.
“My father died of AIDS in 1985. Back in the 80s and 90s, I knew people who died three months after they were diagnosed—they didn’t even know what hit them. If I had gotten sick six months earlier, I wouldn’t be here today because the effective treatment only came out a couple of months before my diagnosis. I lost over a hundred of my friends to AIDS. Many of them turned into skeletons and died alone in hospices. Their families never visited them.
“I’ve been very lucky: my family and friends have been supportive beyond my wildest dreams. I’ve reconnected with childhood friends and long-lost relatives. When I got sick, my mother moved in to take care of me. She is passed away now, but I’m glad that in the last nine years of her life she got to know her gay son. She was my best friend, and I would have hated for her not to get to know the real me.”
i love the Women Against Feminism that are like “I dont need feminism because i can admit i need my husband to open a jar for me and thats ok!” cause listen 1. get a towel 2. get the towel damp 3. put it on the lid and twist. BAM now men are completely useless. you, too, can open a jar. time to get a divorce