A part of me regrets that I put it that way. Especially now that I’m attempting to be VERY vocal about my views on all things women, as well as other things like gay rights, but for the purposes of this response, let’s stick to feminism.
- SPOILER ALERT!: I am a woman.
- Lots of fantastic people in my life are women.
- I’m here because one hell of an amazing woman (i.e. mi madre).
Despite my persona of “I don’t give a f!@# what people think”, it’s hard not to worry about how I might be viewed at times.
When I started coming to terms with who I am and what I stand for, I knew where my opinions lied on the issues… But did I want to run the risk of alienation by expressing myself fully?
Sometimes it doesn’t help that I’m an entertainer. So many of us worry about saying the wrong thing and rubbing people the wrong way. It can drive a person mad.
When people would say stuff that bothered me, maybe stuff that MOST would let “just slide”, I’d either leave the situation or joke it off in the hopes of changing the subject.
Any time I felt brave enough to speak up I felt like I was met with resistance. As if I was in the wrong for pointing out that my male counterparts get certain breaks that I don’t or that rape is never something to laugh about or… This could be a very long list if I allowed it to be. Never-ending even.
Honestly… it’s enough to make me sick if I think about it too much.
Because of feeling like I was in the minority, I viewed the word “feminist” as a tainted label. SO laughable to think how ridiculous that is, but that’s the world we live in. A world where a woman doesn’t feel like she can speak up and be taken seriously.
Then the Isla Vista killings happened… And I was done.
I thought to myself, “No more… I can’t pretend like this didn’t happen.”
My first “act of defiance” was participating in the #YesAllWomen hashtag via Twitter. Small step to some, huge to most that actually decided to get involved. Immediately lost followers, but then I thought… If they’re gonna keep up with me, they better KEEP UP WITH ME. I’m tired of pretending we, as a society, are where we should be in 2014. We’re not… Not by a long shot.
That was two months ago… Since then, I feel better. I’m still not a fan of labels, never have been. But if you’re going to call me something, calling me a feminist sounds pretty damn rad.
As far as the best way to express our feminist views to people who may disagree or misunderstand… That’s a tough one…
Speaking up is where it started for me. Know that not everyone is going to be on the same page. That doesn’t mean you should keep quiet.
Thanks for the question.