Why I Became A Feminist, Pt. 7

by Guest Blogger

Why am I a feminist?

To put it simply, I was raised that way. I was never taught that women are inferior, or that there was anything a man can do that a woman can’t (well, apart from getting prostate cancer). I was taught to learn about the world by studying it. So I studied it. And what did I see?

I saw my parents, who have, as far as I can tell, a perfect, egalitarian marriage. For years, they both worked hard so my brother and I never really wanted for anything. Furthermore, they both had the same kind of job, working at Microsoft. OK, so their actual jobs weren’t the same, but I didn’t know that in elementary school.

I saw my classmates in school. The girls, it seemed, were no worse than the boys. I went to such a small elementary school that we had co-ed PE – again, no noticeable difference. I had both male and female teachers. All the evidence pointed to girls being equal to boys.

And then I read a book. It was a photo history of the women’s rights movement in America. From that book, I learned about the history of discrimination. There were other, similar books that I read. One was a history of World War II, including the Holocaust. Another was about the civil rights movement. The lesson I learned is this: discrimination is evil.

Incidentally, I’m male. I don’t consider this to be important.

- Meshakhad

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The “Why I Became a Feminist” series is open to anyone who identifies as feminist and wants to share their story. Please email me at rottenlittlegirls @ gmail.com and I will consider publishing your piece in this series. I’d love to have a broad range of voices and experiences.

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