feminine

I can feel proud of my cleavage and my combat boots. I feel fierce in drop-crotch sweatpants and preppy sweaters. I carry my edge with me and, with it, my own brand of femininity. Best of all, I consult no one but my own eyes. I don’t ask permission. I don’t seek what’s in fashion.

I have a confession: Until recently, I didn’t even know what “patriarchal society” meant. Yeah, I’m one of those feminists who grew up believing I didn’t need feminism.

There is still such a stigma associated with being ultra feminine from both men and women in our society...and it’s stupid.

What happens when a 15-year-old boy writes an eloquent letter about feminism? The world goes crazy for him.

Why are women so content with being a cold, distant, light-stealing stone?

Answer: because we’re sexist.