I’ve written about feminism on this blog before. Growing up, I didn’t think the term “feminist” applied to me. I doubt anyone else did, either. I was a boy-crazy, Barbie-loving, body-bashing chick. I mean, I used the word “chick” do describe myself.
Who am I kidding – I still do!
My sophomore year in college, I saw Ani diFranco perform and it changed my life. I suddenly realized that I had the right to choose how I identified myself and interacted with others – and that there was room to question and embrace the values I’d been taught for years.
I became a Women’s Studies Major soon after and have never stopped calling myself a feminist since. I must admit, even within feminist circles, it surprises me how I represent a minority within a minority – but still find power within that. That is how I fuel my activism with Thick Dumpling Skin, NEDA, and this blog.
Julius thought so, too.
See, if my Senior, Male Jack Russell can call himself “feminist,” you can too.