OH MY GOD I LOVE CHICKEN !!!!
I have two at my home. One bald-species rooster named Ago, and one plain-village hen named Ina. Recently, they are having 6 eggs already, and still counting. Yet, Ina hasn’t settled down to brood them yet.
Beautiful Turlock lady. One of more than 4,400 hens rescued from a California egg farm by Animal Place, Harvest Home Animal Sanctuary, and Farm Sanctuary after the owner left them without food for over two weeks. At Farm Sanctuary in Orland, California.
I need feminism…
Because I meet so many Yins without their Yangs, and Yangs without their Yins. Without balance, how can one be complete? (Very many people I meet suppress their human qualities which are seen as “belonging to the other gender”)
Because I meet so many women who lack self-confidence, not because they lack capabilities, but because we taught them to doubt themselves. (Way more often than guys, I hear girls saying “Oh, you’re so good, I could never do that” when I apply a particular skill that I learned somewhere. I always reply by saying: “It’s not that hard, it just takes some practice. You could easily do it.”. They often end up surprised by their own capabilities. It’s not that we don’t dare to do things because they’re difficult. It’s that they’re difficult because we don’t dare.)
Because men have just as much to win in learning to respect women, and embracing so called feminine values such as emotional sensitivity. (This kind of goes back to the first statement, but as it is mentioned often, feminism is not women fighting men for equality, it’s women and men fighting together for a better future. Ubuntu : how can one of us be happy is the rest are sad?)
A huge slap for my face >.<
I need feminism because other “feminists” call me FAKE and WEAK for shaving my legs and for letting my boyfriend buy me dinner. So what if he wants to do a nice thing? I’ll pick up the movie tab. So what if I don’t like my leg hair? It’s about CHOICE!!!!
I need feminism because I should be able to go grocery shopping at my local farm/grocer without getting barked at, by a human being, no less, and getting looked at so ferally that I fear for my safety and feel violated just from the way they look at my body.
Today I was doing some errands for my mother, one of which I was kinda looking forward to.
We live kinda near a small farm that also operates as a grocery store, but it’s really awesome and organic-y (even though that’s not inherently a good thing) and locally grown goodness and such… Whenever I’m there I feel a sort of calm peace. It’s nice. Like, I can just be me, and be nice, because I feel pretty comfortable there and confident that others there will also be nice. It’s the sort of place where, when I’m driving out of the parking lot, I will happily wait even as long as five minutes to make sure that nobody could possibly need to cross at the one crosswalk the parking lot has.
But as I was walking to get some corn for dinner, I notice one of the employees just looking me up and down creepily. Moreso than I think I’ve ever seen before… Like he wasn’t just looking at my body and admiring, like he was looking at my body and fantasising and getting really into it. He then pretty much barked at me, and continued looking at me like that until I had hidden in enough of the crowd of other people that he turned his attention elsewhere. I was so terrified…I’m amazed I managed to get the corn and flee… And it’s so weird that nobody else noticed this… It seemed to last forever… Like….Those few minutes of staring… Oh my god. I get scared again just thinking about it. I have never felt so violated with just a look before in my life. I was genuinely frightened that he might do something. When I went to my car, I found myself clutching my keys desperately, something I used to only do every now and then when I went in and out of the city a bunch.
To have something like that happen in general is just… awful… To have it happen there…. A place I’ve regarded as safe and peaceful for as long as I can remember…
It was really horrible.
Nobody should have to deal with that.
I need feminism because my sister said, “don’t you think it might be [my 14-year-old daughter]’s fault that her stepfather sexually assaulted her?”
If my well-educated sister could say that about her own niece…victim-blaming the girl she apparently loved… I need to believe there is caring and outrage out there, despite the fact I didn’t find it close to home.
I WANT MY HUSBAND LIKE HIM !
Really hope this isn’t intrusive or misunderstood…
I need feminism because…
I’m afraid to show my feminine side outside of my house (specifically wearing skirts and low-cut shirts), for fear of the laughing, mocking, and staring I will receive
JUST FOR BEING FEMININE
I need feminism because i cannot abide being neutral to structures of violence and domination controlling our lives.
I need feminism because my decision to embrace my femininity does not mean that I am weak. I may have nice nails and pretty hair, but I will still kick your ass.
To me, being a feminist means that I have the choice to look, talk and act however I want without it meaning that I’m not a strong, powerful person deserving of respect.
I need feminism because no one should tell me to “calm down” or “just be cool” when I react negatively to a sexist joke or comment.
I need feminism so that the next time I take a picture for something like this I don’t feel obligated to put on make-up and look “pretty”.
I need feminism because I’m dieting for society.
I need feminism so I don’t feel the need to wear skimpy clothes to get noticed.
I need feminism because I never had a strong enough feminist figure in my life.
A message to my f*cking ex-boyfriend MUHAMMAD KURNIADI. enough said.
“I need feminism because my boyfriend’s long hair, tight pants, and sensitive attitude does not make him any less of a man, just like my short hair, suit jackets, and outspoken attitude do not make me any less of a woman!”