I am a feminist because I would like to walk to my car without my keys and pepper spray clutched in each hand. I am a feminist because more men have beaten me than kissed me tenderly. I am a feminist because the police interrogator asked what I was wearing. I am a feminist because calling a sensitive man a “girl” is an insult. I am a feminist because of the devaluation of all things “feminine.” I am feminist because male work is also privileged work. I am a feminist because I would like to be paid as much as my male counterparts for the same job. I am feminist because I have been called a “Femi-Nazi,” as if wanting my gender to be regarded equally is the same as murdering eleven million people. I am a feminist because I am a human being, and I deserve to be treated as such. In short, I am a feminist because there is a need for me to explain why I am a feminist.
When Someone Asked Me Why
by Gabrielle Martin (via exoticwild