The 'F' Word
One of my roommates and I were discussing something and disagreed about the issue; I then tweeted "Woke up in a feminist state of mind." A different roommate asked me about the tweet and asked if I was angry; I shared, briefly, and expressed how I wasn't angry, just a feminist. If you haven't figured it out by now, the 'F' word is FEMINISM. Ever since I first heard that word, feminism, I've avoided it. I never wanted to be associated with that word. It has all sorts of negative connotations attached to it. I didn't want to be associated with the feminists who, apparently, burn their bras (which, from my understanding, only happened once and people never shut-up about it)...I don't mind wearing bras, so why would I ruin one? I didn't want to be thought of as someone who just walks around angry, with a chip on their shoulder. I shave my legs and armpits and I'm not ugly; so I must not be a feminist. I grew up hearing...