I’m dreaming of a rights Christmas,
With rights for everyone I know
With no native women missing, Two men not fearing kissing, Where we all understand that no means no
I’m dreaming of a rights Christmas
With every tweet and blog I write
May we keep our government in line, So that all our futures stay bright
I am breaking for the holidays but even while I am away I’ll be keeping up with the little details of my pet issues:
The momentum that has ushered white, educated, wealthy woman in the western world out from behind the veil and into the wide where-and-when-ever-I-want-to-go world is not ubiquitous. The momentum exists in pockets of privilege and well lit corporate hallways, but it is conspicuously absent in many non-western societies.
Our momentum is improving our neighbourhood, but it isn’t helping the woman trapped outside the boundaries of our accumulated privilege at the same rate or in the same way it helps us. Only our active engagement with the feminist movement can do that.
Women against feminism are not only turning their back on the movement that fought for their comfortable ability right to turn their back at all. It’s like a dog biting the hand that feeds it. This isn’t the first movement to have a free rider problem and it won’t be the last.
But that isn’t the worst of their folly.
The true tragedy (and disgrace) is that they are turning their backs on all the women who have not yet gained the privilege of being treated like human beings, being safe in their own bodies and being allowed to pursue their own happiness.
Hey, you know, sometimes it’s not all about you, right? Think outside the box.
Too many of us don’t want to acknowledge what has come to be a globally accepted, albeit comicbook, truism: with great power comes great responsibility. We are empowered and have the responsibility to work extend that empowerment beyond our immediate selves.
Be a feminist for the woman who hasn’t got that option.
Be the feminist face to a government other than your own that thinks it can ignore the women it refuses to represent.
Be a feminist for the sake of other women until those other women are able use momentum to propel themselves to the place you currently take for granted.
December 6, 2014. Twenty-five years since the day that a man that believed that ‘feminists’ had ruined his life purposefully selected and killed 14 women at École Polytechnique in Montreal.
I was days away from my 21st birthday. Montreal was really far away from Edmonton, and the massacre was really far away from anything I had ever experienced or imagined could happen in my world. Afterall, I lived in a western democracy where women’s rights were respected. I mean, maybe when my mother was young there was a problem, but for me? I couldn’t imagine.
The blessing of my life is that I have never been the victim violence, sexual or otherwise. I’ve known sexual harassment, and obviously I know that nagging fear every woman who finds herself suddenly alone in an unfamiliar place knows. I’ve struggled with body image, but I’ve managed to get through with pretty good self esteem. I am lucky in ways that a human being should never have to refer to as luck, yet in a way that for women is realistically characterized as coin-toss good fortune.
Reading the news today I wonder what has changed between that and now, days away from my 46th birthday.
What I do know now is that the world is not as safe and benign as I naively thought it was then. Have we made any progress since Dec 6 1989? I have a hard time sorting out the progress from the regress and I don’t know if I can do the topic justice.
Here are 6 views on the topic written by people trying to sort that out.