When I was a much younger woman, barely out of my teen years, my mind was just full of green-girl foolishness. I was a rebel. I would march and shout and wave a sign around if the need arose. I was all about no one getting to tell me what I could do with my own body, especially some rich, white, male, politician who probably had illegitimate children in all fifty states.
I guess you could say I almost drank the Koolaid.
My gifts are limited. I can openly admit this about myself. However, if I were to credit myself with something, it is my tendency to question everything with skepticism, and to think about everything with logic, reason and as open a mind as possible. As a result, a lot of the stuff I “knew” when I was 20 years old turned out not to hold water. It’s a very painful thing to realize you’ve been backing the wrong team.
Incidentally, it was the wrong team who marched in D.C. this past weekend. The wrong team has a ton of intelligent, brave, articulate women whom I admire. I understand they want attention, and they want to be heard and seen.
This is a picture of Kierra Johnson, a speaker at the march. Love her shirt, don’t you? The tall blonde behind her is Cecile Richards, the president of Planned Parenthood, who says that abortions only equal 3% of what they do. Clearly anyone with any mathematical skills and the ability to think clearly knows that is bullshit. But I digress.
Here are a couple of other gems from the women’s march.
How about this blasphemous image of a vagina turned into a supposed likeness of the Virgin Mary. That, my friends, is so classy, I think I may have to vomit.
And my personal favorite:
There were, of course, the pussy hats, the vagina costumes, and various bare body parts. All in the name, of course, of bringing respect and appreciation to all woman.
I believe in what feminism used to be. I believe there should never be such thing as a wage gap, and NO ONE has the right to put their hands on someone else without their permission. We do deserve affordable and thorough health care and education. We are equal to men as far as being humans and worth of respect and consideration. This stuff seems like common sense.
Here’s what I don’t believe. Abortion is not healthcare. Holding open a door for someone is not sexist–it is kind and mannerly. Chivalry, though allegedly dead, did not necessarily deserve to die.
Here’s the poison core of feminism that I think needs to be excised if feminism is to have any chance: being a woman who is a little softer, a little more nurturing, and, God-forbid, able to carry a child in her womb, is considered being less of a woman somehow. Sometimes, when they really get going, it almost sounds like they hate being women. A pregnancy is viewed not as a miracle, even if it was unplanned, but rather a burden that keeps us away from work, or nights out on the town, and makes us unbearably fat. I’ve seen pro-choice people comment that a woman basically has to carry an alien or a parasite in her body for nine months.
That’s what is has boiled down to, you know? We are so selfish as women that we will not give up our feminine awesomeness even for our own child, not even if we can give our baby up for adoption to a family that desperately wants what you want to be rid of.
I’m going to hit you ladies out there with some knowledge. I love being a woman. The fact that I have an organ in my body which can grow another human being inside of it is AMAZING. I shouldn’t be punished for that! Not to break into science on you all, but reproduction is the only hope any species has. That’s what our glorious female bodies are made to do. It is not punishment or a burden. It is an opportunity to bring a child into the world, and do everything in your power to give that child a fulfilling life full of potential.
You call yourself feminist, but it was men who were inconvenienced by unwanted pregnancies. Ever think about that? They told us now was not a good time to be pregnant, either our boyfriends, finances, fathers, and maybe even husbands. Woman succumbed to the pain and degradation of abortion to satisfy the protocols of a dominantly white male society. The fact that women have been brainwashed into murdering their own children should tell us just how deeply this brainwashing goes into the heart of feminism. We should be marching to demand that this free country makes the appropriate adaptations to embrace womanhood. We should not have to change the very fundamentality of our bodies to fit into a mold that was clearly designed with males in mind. True acceptance only comes when you are accepted for who you truly are.
Furthermore, feminists, don’t kid yourself. I am not interested in your uterus, your ovaries, your vagina, or your body in general. It is a scientific fact that the child within your womb is a whole other person. You womb is the home of this person, and that’s all. No one wants to control your “reproductive rights,” whatever the righteous hell that means. What we do want is for you to consider the life of your child. We also think it would be great if abortion and feminism didn’t go hand in hand, so we could actually get back into feminism and take a break from mundane household chores.
The last thing I would say is this: try toning it down a little. Now, I don’t mean to water down your message or anything like that. However, I happen to strongly believe that a powerful message can only be delivered from intelligent people who speak carefully and respectfully. Speak with earnestness and determination. Let them know you aren’t going to give up. But do it so that you yourself garner respect from those who are listening to and watching you. You want to make sure you getting attention for the right reasons, not because you are being mocked and ridiculed. In short, don’t expect anyone to take you seriously when you look like this:
So yeah, go ahead and have your feminism. It is your right to do that. But I beg each of you to stop and think about what you really believe, and why you believe it, and consider how many facts you know about what you believe–and not just stuff off of memes and social media! I’m not world leader, but if nothing else, think about the words I’ve written here.
I believe them with all of my heart.