I have just finished a book that I should have read eons ago! And I didn’t, because of the utter slating that it got in the press and on social media – I based my opinion on that, instead of actually reading it and making my own mind up. And no, it’s not “50 shades”, which incidentally I did read and DID enjoy (much to my boyfriend’s chagrin).
It was described, at best, as a ‘Book for feminists’, and I didn’t see myself as a feminist. I’m not into bra-burning (they’re pricey if you want a good, supportive one), and I don’t get $hitty when a well-meaning guy holds a door open for me (I WILL get $hitty if he lets it slam in my face) and I generally see political-correctness as a colossal waste of time (I feel I should earmark that now for a future post, otherwise I’ll go completely off on a tangent). I would have never, in a million years, have described myself as a feminist.
But it turns out I am.
I hope more women, and men, will join me in accepting this distinguished label. Currently, only 24 percent of women in the United States say that they consider themselves feminists. Yet when offered a more specific definition of feminism – “A feminist is someone who believes in social, political, and economic equality of the sexes” – the percentage of women who agree rises to 65 percent. That’s a big move in the right direction.
So the book, if you haven’t guessed, is Lean In by Sheryl Sandberg. She is inspiring. And I now feel ashamed that I have previously considered the label of feminism to be outdated and frumpy. Now it’s a name tag I’ll wear with pride.
My name is Sharon, and I am a Feminist.