No Mr.Trump, The Women’s March Wasn’t About The Lowest Female Unemployment In 18 Years
You know, a couple of generations ago, women were struggling to find their place in society. We struggled to emerge from predominantly being the keepers and managers of our homes and families to join the work force and be accepted more regularly in fields that were saturated with men. We were struggling with the choice to accept our current roles in the home or to evolve into something more. Something that equaled our partners.
And then once women were seen more and more in the workforce we struggled with being heard. With feeling like our ideas and theories and methods were not only as valid as our male counterparts, but perhaps sometimes superior. And then we struggled to be compensated equally for equal contributions. And we still struggle with that today.
So no, feminism for me doesn’t have anything to do with how many women hold this office or that office. It doesn’t have to do with Trump’s claim that we have the lowest female unemployment in 18 years. We already covered that part of feminism. We are part of the work force, duh. Stop taking credit for work begun and accomplished by others.
And no, being able to list a bunch of women that hold office or *high powered* positions in government doesn’t mean a goddamn thing to me when overall the percentage of women in US government is only 24.9%, and men outnumber women 2 to 1 as White House aides. Last time I checked we account for about 50% of the population. That’s not equal representation, that’s some representation and it still needs work.
So what does feminism mean to me?
It would mean a world where I didn’t have to keep my keys between my knuckles when I walk out side from my campus studio to my car. It would mean not making a point to look behind me if I hear footsteps so that I can look a would-be attacker in the eye and let them know I saw them.
It would mean not feeling like I should take one of the treadmills that has only a wall behind it, so that when I stretch after a run some guy behind me isn’t watching me bend over. So he doesn’t think that the reason I am stretching is actually for his benefit.
It would mean not hearing my boss make a hiring decision based on whether or not that girl had a nice smile.
It would mean people not asking me who’s taking care of my children while I’m at work. Like it’s so hard to fathom that maybe they are with their father, who is an excellent dad and equally competent to watch his own kids.
It would mean being seen for your merits without bias.
It would mean that my daughter never has to fight to be heard or seen or valued. That nothing but her hard work and merit helps her attain her goals. That no man would ever fathom to try and take advantage of her.
It would mean that the word *No* is the end of a conversation, rather than the beginning of a negotiation. It would mean that men would understand that they cannot use force, or threat, or sex to intimidate a woman to get what they want. And that women don’t feel like their greatest asset to attain what they want is their sexuality.
Because that’s kinda what it comes down to, isn’t it? Feminism for me, at this moment is most meaningful as a movement to help men understand that they cannot and no longer will try to control a woman and /or her body. From reproductive rights and care, to sexual misconduct and rape. And everything in between.
Get away from our vaginas, stay out of our uteri, and get the fuck over our breasts already. That’s what feminism means for me right now.
So yes, it was a beautiful day for the Women’s March yesterday, Mr. Trump. Too bad you don’t understand the context of it AT ALL.