Her focus was on the marriage, not just the spectacle surrounding it. But still! Our wedding day! I was chomping at the bit to start tasting cakes.
So since it’s 2017, I think it’s high time we updated these so called gender roles and start respecting individual freedom.
I want my son to know that being a Feminist helps everybody. I want my son to understand that identifying as a Feminist does not emasculate you. Feminism is about equality, it’s about respect, it’s about making the best of the world we have.
We as women are put into a box – we can be pacified and accept these terms and conditions that come with our birth certificate, or we can challenge them.
“You care too much about what your friends think.”
That we should “sack up” or “grow some balls” instead of “grow a vagina” to toughen up.
Perhaps the most insidious part is that we’re so convinced our guilt is justified, we feel guilty for not feeling guilty.
Vaginal sweating. Yes, it’s a thing. No, I’m not going to describe it to you.
Some have asked me “who’s the woman in the relationship?” and I remain dumbfounded. I mean, the objective answer would have to be neither myself nor my boyfriend — that’s sort of a given in a relationship between men, no?
Earlier this year, the last name “problem” came to the forefront of my mind once again. I was now in a committed, long-term relationship, and there was a good chance that this was the last name I would be adopting someday.