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Women’s rights, is the issue that lives closest to my heart. That pulls its strings every time an uneducated sentence on the topic is mustered, every time an ignorant statement is made. There is so much I want to say on the subject, so much that I don’t know where to start. My fingers are paralyzed by the weight and importance of what needs to be expressed so it can be understood. The strong women who raised me, the powerful figures that molded me, and the voiceless women living injustice deserve more than I could ever convey in a blog post. So instead I thought I would share a piece with you guys. A piece I wrote it when I was 17, when I first found the courage to voice that I deserved just as much as the boys.
“I want talk about words. The power of words. The word feminist to be exact. First of all let me ask you. Do you identify yourself as a feminist? No? Then are you someone who genuinely believe that women don’t deserve or aren’t as much as men?…There’s a discrepancy there. “I’m not a sexist but I’m not a feminist,” people think that there is a difference between the words, like middle ground between two extremes. Let me tell you the truth you either believe that women should be politically, socially, and economically equal to men or you don’t, there is no middle ground between the two. By definition you are either a misogynist who dislikes, despises, or is strongly prejudiced against women or a feminist, it’s that simple.
You see there is a problem within the root of the word feminist itself. Not so much the “femin” part but the “ist,” that fateful “ist” is in bad company. Racist, ageist, sexist, these words have absolutely no positive connotation, and serve very different purposes then the word feminist. That’s a line that we’ve crossed with the word. Anything on the other side is shameful, and many believe feminists belong in the same ranks. All this talk trying to help the reputation of a word, and I have yet to define it. I believe a quote by Gloria Steinem will do the trick “A feminist is anyone who recognizes the equality and full humanity of women and men.” Or better yet one by author Cheris Kramarae “Feminism is the radical notion that women are human beings.” I am a feminist, I do not hate men, or consider myself better than those who belong to the other sex. I do not refuse to shave my legs, or to wear a bra as a political statement. I also don’t think believing in this cause makes me radical or scary. Desmond Tutu said “If you are neutral in situations of injustice, you have chosen the side of the oppressor” so listen to Desmond and next time someone asks you if you are a feminist, please raise your fucking hand.”
Saint-Laurent sunglasses, Iro leather jacket, Zara fringe skirt, and Christian Dior tee, bag, and slingbacks.
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Sorry this one is a little bit late guys! Big things are coming, and they seem to have taken over. Also we bought a house, so… Venturing into adulthood seems to be pretty time consuming and stressful so don’t mind if I leave this little #OOTD post over here without a long rant about my current state of mind. This was probably one of my favourite looks I put together during fashion week, as it incapsulated so many pieces I loved that somehow worked together. It is also the coldest I had been all week, and though the pictures came out ok, I felt as though I was fighting the wind all the way up 57th street. Tears were streaming down my face and it wasn’t because I lost something I couldn’t replace…see what I did there. If you don’t, good, it means you have a better sense of humour than I, as well as life.
Get a life….man I miss that expression. So senseless, and rudimentary, yet so straightforward. If in dire need of a comeback (because that always happens) just use that one, honestly. I feel like the nostalgia of it alone will get you the upper hand regardless of what you were arguing in the first place. On the other hand, I’ve been so busy getting a life, that I forgot how cool it is not to have one. Spending all your time indoors watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer on Netflix and eating babka, sounds like nirvana right about now. Anywhoo have a lovely weekend my little chickens, and don’t be in too big a rush to “get a life”. It’s seriously overrated.
Brixton hat, Chanel sunglasses, Hermes silk scarf, Topshop coat and embellished jeans, vintage Harley tee, Louis-Vuitton backpack, and Christian Dior boots.