“Why Society Still Needs Feminism”

Why Society Still Needs Feminism

Because to men, a key is a device to open something. For women, it’s a weapon we hold between our fingers when we’re walking alone at night.

Because the biggest insult for a guy is to be called a “pussy,” a “little bitch” or a “girl.” From here on out, being called a “pussy” is an effing badge of honor.

Because last month, my politics professor asked the class if women should have equal representation in the Supreme Court, and only three out of 42 people raised their hands.

Because rape jokes are still a thing.

Because despite being equally broke college kids, guys are still expected to pay for dates, drinks and flowers.

Because as a legit student group, Campus Fellowship does not allow women to lead anything involving men. Look, I know Eve was dumb about the whole apple and snake thing, but I think we can agree having a vagina does not directly impact your ability to lead a
college organization.

Because it’s assumed that if you are nice to a girl, she owes you sex — therefore, if she turns you down, she’s a bitch who’s put you in the “friend zone.” Sorry, bro, women are not machines you put kindness coins into until sex falls out.

Because only 29 percent of American women identify as feminist, and in the words of author Caitlin Moran, “What part of ‘liberation for women’ is not for you? Is it freedom to vote? The right not to be owned by the man you marry? The campaign for equal pay? Did all that good shit get on your nerves? Or were you just drunk at the time
of the survey?”

Because when people hear the term feminist, they honestly think of women burning bras. Dude, have you ever bought a bra? No one would burn them because they’re freaking

Because Rush Limbaugh.

Because we now have a record number of women in the Senate … which is a measly 20 out of 100. Congrats, USA, we’ve gone up to 78th place for women’s political representation, still below China, Rwanda and Iraq.

Because recently I had a discussion with a couple of well-meaning Drake University guys, and they literally could not fathom how catcalling a woman walking down University Avenue is creepy and sexist.
Could. Not. Fathom.

Because on average, the tenured male professors at Drake make more than the tenured female professors.

Because more people on campus complain about chalked statistics regarding sexual assault than complain about the existence of sexual assault. Priorities? Have them.

Because 138 House Republicans voted against the Violence Against Women Act. All 138 felt it shouldn’t provide support for Native women, LGBT people or immigrant women. I’m kind of confused by this, because I thought LGBT people and women of color were also human beings.
Weird, right?

Because a girl was roofied last semester at a local campus bar, and I heard someone say they think she should have been more careful. Being drugged is her fault, not the fault of the person who put drugs in her drink?

Because Chris Brown beat Rihanna so badly she was hospitalized, yet he still has fans and bestselling songs and a tattoo of an abused woman on his neck.

Because out of 7 billion people on the planet, more than 1 billion women will be raped or beaten in their lifetimes. Women and girls have their clitorises cut out, acid thrown on them and broken bottles shoved up them as an act of war. Every second of every day. Every corner of the Earth.

Because the other day, another friend of mine told me she was raped, and I can no longer count on both my hands the number of friends who have told me they’ve been sexually assaulted. Words can’t express how scared I am that I’m getting used to this.

Because a brief survey of reality will tell you that we do not live in a world that values all people equally and that sucks in real, very scary ways. Because you know we live in a sexist world when an awesome thing with the name “feminism” has a weird connotation. Because if I have kids someday, I want my son to be able to have emotions and play dress up, and I want my daughter to climb trees and care more about what’s in her head than what’s on it. Because I don’t want her to carry keys between her fingers at night to
protect herself.

Because feminism is for everybody, and this is your official invitation.

— Caitlin O’Donnell, Drake University.

I came across this on one of my favorite blogs, “Sweet Madeleine“. It really resonated with me. Currently at my University, there is a man going about at night attacking and raping women. There have been 5 victims so far and he has not been found. So needless to say, it is a scary time to be a woman living in my area. And it just straight pisses me off. I should not have to be terrified to carry my trash to the dumpster. I should not have to carry pepper spray with me just to go check the mail. I should be able to feel safe in my home and not feel the need to check the locks all the time. And the sick thing is that I know if I was a man, I would not be concerned for my safety in the slightest. Life is not fair folks, and it just plain sucks.

Lessons from the Animal Kingdom.

Ok, so I am going to talk here about something that is happening to me right now. I have been seeing someone for maybe a month and a half. We have a ton of fun together and seem very compatible. But that’s it. There has been no talk of taking it to the next level or moving forward. We are just hanging out, both still doing our single person thing. And this is killing me. I know all the women out there understand.

Ok, done being pathetic, I have a point I promise.

But I have made a decision. After being devastated and angry that we hadn’t spoken in a few days (severe over-reaction, yes, I’m aware of that), I decided to relax. A novel idea, to be sure. Not stress over whether he is thinking about you? Not stress that maybe I’m not good enough, not smart enough, not PRETTY enough? I’m done with it.

And you know what? It feels great. The decision to just let things happen is pretty transformative. It has made me take a step back and realize that I am awesome. That any guy should be lucky to be with me. And if this guy isn’t it, then it’s just his loss. It had nothing to do with me.

Now this is rather out of left field, but I think that the animal kingdom handles relationships much better than humans do. In the human world, women must primp and preen. We do a lot of the stressing trying to land the right man (or woman). We then feel like there is something wrong with us if the right amount of people don’t hit on us or ask for our number. But that is just wrong.

Now here is where our lesson from the Animal Kingdom comes in. I say we should be more like birds. Among birds, the male is that one that has to woo the female. He has to be the strongest, the most brightly colored and the best at finding food. The female bird won’t settle for less than the best when selecting a mate. And that is the key thing. She chooses him, and he has to fight for her attention.

Take the Bird of Paradise for example:

Source: Google

Source: Google

That poor guy is fighting for her attention, but if he isn’t the biggest, most colorful specimen she sees, she is walking.

Now ladies, the next time you see a dude in ripped jeans and a dirty hoodie, don’t give him your number just because he happens to be the only one asking at that moment. Make them fight for you, because you do not need to settle.

Now get out there and keep being your awesome self! Don’t settle or change yourself for anyone! Be a bird!

Six-letter words.

Recently I came across a video on Upworthy.com. I could describe it, but I’ll let Katie Makkai (much love for my fellow Katie!) tell you herself.


The main thing that I took from it was how much stock our culture places on “Prettiness”. We as women have come very far from being relegated to the kitchen, but if you’re not pretty? Oh well, you just don’t matter as much and you should do something to fix that. “Here, have a cream”.

That’s not true you say? “No, Katie, surely we as individuals are much more evolved than that!” But are you really? Have you never judged another woman based on what clothes she was wearing or the size of her ass? I know I have. We all have. We are not nearly as evolved as we thought we were.

But to be “Pretty”. It’s such an innocuous word. But it carries with it so much meaning. To be “pretty” is to be thin, to be blemish-free, to be tall, to be well-coiffed, and to be perfect. Pretty is a dirty six-letter word.

Why can’t we define ourselves by other words, as Katie says in her video.

How about Strong?

Or Intelligent?





People, I hope you never settle for “pretty”. We should all be striving to be way more than that. Try everyday to be all that you can be. I know it is a struggle. I fight with this everyday of my life. Every time I look in a mirror and worry that my hair and makeup doesn’t look perfect (Heaven forbid!). From now on, when you or I look into a mirror, let’s think to ourselves, “Am I being everything I can be today?” Forget the hair and makeup, they have their place, but should not be first on your thoughts all day, everyday.

Stay fearless, stay intelligent, stay individual my friends.