“I am not a feminist.”
Usually, I would take some time to process, not letting emotion overflow.
“Oh, why is that?”
Over time, I developed the skill to not be engulfed in unnecessary anger.
And here are some actual answers I garnered,
“I hate feminism who only talks about pronouns and superficial aspects of genders, such as clothing.”
“I am not a feminist because I am afraid that boys would hate me.”
“I am not a feminist because if my parents found out, they would ask me to correct my religious practice.”
“I am not a feminist because I only care about equal roles and respect for both women and men.”
“I am not a feminist because I might lose my job and position.”
Today, these notions got me pondering in the middle of the cold December.
To be fair, I do not use labels (“feminism”) too. I rarely use them because if my nationality taught me anything, it is definitely this: Labels separate us.
But then, I ask myself, I often ask people: “Why are they, feminists?”
Rarely do I refer to those opposing, wondering: “Why are you not feminists?”
Maybe I can find more answers?
Maybe I can find more truths?
Or simply, maybe I can introduce to them what feminism is
Hmm…
“Why are you, or are you not feminists?”
December 3rd, 2021
University Library, Groningen City
4 Degree Celcius, 11.30 PM
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