Through the years, I have watched my husband begin to understand my experience as a woman, but until pretty much the moment we moved in together, he had no access to the experiences necessary to really understand where I was coming from.
He has since realized – in a much more intimate way – that periods happen “really, honestly, every month for a whole week and you get cramps and you really have no choice at all in the matter.”
He has noticed the man who introduced himself only to other men in the group.
He has seen me struggle in the workplace while men got promoted and given higher wages, despite having less experience and seniority.
He has heard my stories, both from the past and ongoing, of being followed, harassed and assaulted by men who felt entitled to my body.
With that in mind, I thought about the people with whom I interact daily, on social media.
The kind of people I can’t develop a long-term discourse with, who won’t see my struggles or have the advantage of experience to tell them when they are being prejudiced.
Someone who gets upset when I talk about feminism, interrupts me, and ends the conversation because: “I’m not sexist!”
Someone who won’t understand the term microagressions outside of the assumption that it’s feminism just getting upset over nothing, when it also has to do with ethnic and religious minorities, transphobia and homophobia, as well as class.
Someone who assumes that all feminists are essentially fascists who want to destroy all mankind, or at least take away all of their shiny toys for ourselves (as in I’m not saying they don’t exist, they just don’t represent me if they do).
So in the interest of education, here is a small (trust me) chunk, of one day (morning) on social media.
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