I was asked today what feminism means to me. I will forgo a discussion about how unfair this question is, given that academics who spend their careers on this discussion have yet to come to a consensus. I think it means having a choice and being a given a chance, regardless of any labels whatsoever. Can you do this? Can you think about this? Are you capable?
I didn't read today, although I meant to. It was a beautiful day. I sat outside and talked with a friend, but I didn't read for school for for 52 books or anything else. The world is becoming beautiful again, and I love it. It does, however, make it difficult to concentrate or focus on anything other than the fact of sun on my face and wind playing with my dress. I wouldn't change a thing.
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I like this post. I want the world to become beautiful again, not just externally but internally. School fights me every step of the way.
ReplyDeleteTrying to define the contours of feminism is like a lifelong discussion, at least for me.