I am a guilty feminist

I am not Martin Luther King Jr., but I have a dream. I have a dream. I have a dream that one day, I will make the same amount of money as a man for doing the same work. I have a dream that I make the same as a CEO, as an athlete, and as a doctor. I have a dream to make the same in government, in the tech industry, and in the healthcare.

I have a dream. I have a dream that boys and girls can grow up having the same dreams. I have a dream that your daughters are told to be smart before they are told to be beautiful. I have a dream that your daughters are told to be girls and act like girls, rather than to be told “to behave” and to act “lady like” even though “boys will be boys”.

I have a dream. I have a dream to be equal and to have my body respected. I have a dream to not be asked in my job interview when I am planning to have a baby, even tho my partner, who is a man and only 1 year older than me,  will never be asked that. I have a dream not to be objectified, catcalled or sexualized.

I have a dream. But. But – there’s always a butt – I want to confess to you in this post the guilty things I do and the hypocrisies, fears, and insecurities I have been a feminist in the 21st century.

Here is my first one: I am a feminist, but when my nephew turned 9 years old, I baked him a blue cake with moustaches all over. Because he is a big boy now. I a feminist, but I never bought my nephews a doll or a teddy bear even though I bought them cars and lego.

I am a feminist but I sing and dance to “Blurred Lines” by Robin Thicke. I am a feminist but I actually know the words of “Crazy Rap” by Afroman. If you don’t know these songs, they are really bad. They catcall, sexualize and objectify women. I still dance tho, I find it really catchy. “I know you want it”…

I am a feminist and I believe in equality, but I do believe women need to take over because let’s face it, men are doing such a bad job. Jeez. If you are reading this and you are a man, sorry but you had your turn, but look at this world right now, you have chaos here. Chaos (and Donald Trump). I am joking… #amI?

I am a feminist, but if I got my period by surprise and need some tampons, I go around the room whispering to any women “hey do you have a tampon” rather than just using my normal voice or even saying out loud “hey, does anyone has a tampon, I need one”. Yeah, nah. I do whisper. I still feel awkward talking about my vagina when is bleeding.

I am a feminist, but, I do not stay at my boyfriend’s house, under any circumstances if I have forgotten my makeup bag and I have work the next day. Honestly, it’s no deal. My makeup bag is even more important than my toothbrush. When I say this out loud we really get it how my attitudes are twisted. But if I go to work, all natural, people ask me: are you sick? Are you tired? Do you want to talk? Thanks, but no thanks. I stick with the makeup.

For the record, feminism by definition is: “The belief that men and women should have equal rights and opportunities. It is the theory of the political, economic and social equality of the sexes.”

Feminism is not: an aggressive movement, a non-bra movement and doesn’t mean you don’t shave your legs and intimate area. It really means, you too have a dream to be equal.

I quote Emma Watson here: “If you stand for equality, you are a feminist. I’m sorry to tell you that.

Well, I am 27 years old now, and for the first time in my life, I have a sense of self that I’m comfortable with. With all my insecurities, guilty and hypocrisies. I feel like that I actually do have things that I want to say and I want to be my most authentic self. Whatever this looks like. For this post, I am a guilty feminist.

And I want to leave you with the question: What does equality mean to you? What are you guilty of?

If you want to hear more stories of guilty feminists, go to the podcast: The Guilty Feminist

It’s hilarious and my inspiration for this post 🙂