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Tuesday, 22 November 2016

WHAT BEING A FEMINIST MEANS TO ME


The first thing that I want to get off my chest is admitting that I was not a feminist until last week. This 'label' is pretty new. But here I am, labelled and with good reason.

It was only a week ago that I bothered to self-educate myself on feminism. Therefore, I am in no way an expert. My opinions and views are still growing. I am, what people call, 'finding my feet' with feminism. I will be writing a post on why I decided to embark on finally teaching myself about feminism soon...

This post won't be in any way telling you that you need to become a feminist. I am not selling feminism (at least not in this post). I also will fend away any person who feels that there is a rule book on being a feminist that must be followed in order to call yourself one. This post is about what being a feminist means to me. The topic has become a trend and there are both positives and negatives to that. I debated whether or not to even write this post because there will be people out there who might disagree. But then I also came to the conclusion that I don't care about that and I never have.

So here is what being a feminist means to me...


 Wearing a bra (or not)

Even at home I like to keep my bra on. It offers 'my girls' support and keeps them warm. My bra gives me confidence and makes me feel over the age of nine. I completely understand the feminist movement in motion of freeing the tits. But for me, being a feminist will mean keeping my boobs capped.

Purchasing shavers and using them 

The hairy armpit look is not for me. I don't like two ginger Loraxes hibernating under my pits. It's not for me. I shave my pits, my legs and anything I want to.

Visual simulation, this is a Lorax...

Wearing makeup  

Wearing makeup gives me confidence. It makes me feel great and I enjoy putting it on. My face doesn't define my femininity. It is a hobby that I started when I was twelve years old and haven't stopped since. Going 'makeup-less' is brave, sure, but to me it doesn't prove that you are a feminist. If women don't feel good wearing it then they shouldn't wear it. Any one that has a problem with either has a pathetic type of a problem on their hands.

Loving men 

Feminism suggests that you are 'pro women' but there is no hidden rule that you are or should be anti-men. Here is where I feel lies the massive problem of feminism. The general assumption that because you are a feminist you want to knock men down on your way to defeat - is totally wrong. Comparisons are drawn between men and women to highlight inequality in their rights. However, some feminists give the movement a bad name by man hating. Women are not better than men in the same way that cats are not better than dogs. Sure, its down to personal preference and opinion but let's not turn it into battle of the sexes.

Turning off caps lock

ANGRY TONES SEND THE WRONG MESSAGE AND PISS A LOT OF PEOPLE OFF. Being a feminist, I will not use caps lock to put across my opinions. I might crack a few weird jokes around the pretty dire situation women are in comparatively to men, but I will never shout. One of the things that I found incredibly off-putting about some feminist journalists was their inability to 'cool it'. I don't want to listen to rants, sorry. Rants and angry tones make everyone roll their eyes, including me.  They're disinteresting. Feminists are fed up because we want what should be rightfully ours but the way in which we communicate it is vitally important. No one wants to read a man-slashing article - especially not the men (and aren't they the ones we really need to be convincing here?).


That's all I've got for now. Obviously, there are many facets to what being a feminist means to me. But I thought I'd start by sharing some of my 'shocking' qualities of being one first. But ultimately, being a feminist means that I just want equal rights for men and women. 






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Saturday, 19 November 2016

TWO WEEKS IN THE WILDERNESS



THE VIEW FROM MY BEDROOM WINDOW


LIVING IN THE MOUNTAINS 


AN EVENING, A BOOK AND A SUNSET


LOCAL BATIK ARTISTS 
(two of their pieces are on my bedroom wall).


CUCHARA MOUNTAINS



A NORMAL EVENING...


GARDEN OF THE GODS




A SUNRISE AT 4AM
(yes I was awake to see this..)


With no internet signal and little mobile reception, I was left to my own devices in Colorado this Summer. I discovered what it was like to live without television and the modern luxuries that we take for granted back home. I loved reading and watching nature around me. My holiday was a time of reflection and realisation.

 I became aware of how addicted to technology I was after I experienced severe withdrawals...sweats, nervous habits and anticipation of what I was missing (exaggerated information here for effect). I found myself leaping to my phone to check Instagram, Snapchat, Facebook and news apps all the time (that part wasn't fabricated). I had zero internet in the middle of nowhere, of course - it was a practical history lesson of caveman times.

But even the Flintstones had a car and so did we. A twenty minute drive to the nearest town meant I could connect to the local library internet. After my initial frantic moments to get in contact with everyone I knew back home and update myself on everything, I felt like a deflated balloon (the feeling of emptiness). I hadn't missed out on anything except absorbing what was around me in Colorado. I stopped caring about 'socials' after my trip. It's meaningless, superficial and fake but that's why we all love it after all. It just took time away from it to realise that it doesn't exactly fill me with extreme amounts of joy. I now find myself wasting less time on my phone because 'adventure is out there'. 


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