More Feminism, Less Bullshit
I remember being 9 years old and sitting at the dining room table talking about all kinds of things with my family. I remember my dad telling me clearly, I’m a feminist, and my 9-year-old head exploding. It was the first time I had ever heard if a guy being a feminist. Something I would learn in later life to both seek out and be cautious of. Cautious of the men who use a feminist guise as an in or a pick-up line.
I needed this book today. My share yesterday was raw and took a lot out of me. I needed sunshine and a hike with a friend in my unicorn hoodie. And I needed the afternoon to decompress and fall into this short, blunt, truthful, book.
Admittedly I make mistakes and am still learning where I can do better. Especially working on better understanding intersectional feminism.
More feminism, less bullshit.
Update: it has been brought to my attention that Chimamanda Ngozi Adiche does not practice the type of intersectional and inclusive feminism that I am striving for, particularly her views on Trans women. This Vox article was shared with me and is a reminder that those who do good work and that we look up to, still may have work to do themselves. I still appreciate this book, but want to be more aware of who I choose to use as an example.
