I was reading “Bad Feminist” by Roxane Gay the other day. In her book, she mentions how she came up with the term “Bad Feminist” and what it means. And what she said made a lot of sense to me. She says, “I embrace the term bad feminist because I am human. I am messy. I’m not trying to be an example. I am not trying to be perfect. I am not trying to say I have all the answers. I am just trying.. “ And that resonated with me a lot.
When I was a kid, I was raised to be a good girl. This was way before the word feminism was a part of my lexicon. Study well. Respect your elders. Don’t raise your voice. Cross your legs when you sit. Be kind. Smile. And when I was young, it didn’t occur to me to question any of it. But even then some things were obvious. I often heard statements like, “That’s not for girls.” or “Boys can do that, not girls.” and in some part of my budding psyche, I had the nagging feeling that something was not right.
I was raised a good girl because my mom was raised to be one. The term or concept of feminism wasn’t on her horizon either. Back then and honestly even now, the word feminist has only negative connotations attached to it. Like Gay says, ” I was called a feminist and what I heard was, “You are an angry, sex-hating, man-hating victim lady person.”” But I knew there was something unfair about the rules that governed a girl’s life.
The disruption in my good girl upbringing was thanks to my father. He still has a ways to go before being called a feminist because his feminism, while I was growing up, seemed selective. He was always very encouraging of my sister and me. He always encouraged us to dream big dreams, never told us we were limited by our gender, taught us to never believe anyone who told us otherwise, gave us the freedom to speak our minds and form our own opinions. But these freedoms still came with restrictions. He still controlled a large part of our lives and as we grew older the restrictions grew as well. You could say he was trying to protect us from an increasingly unsafe society when he controlled the way we dressed, or our use of makeup or our responses to harassment, but it was again not very “feminist” of him. On some level, I understand his concerns now that I am a parent myself, but back then it was stifling.
But his influence was huge in molding my character. I first came across the word feminist when I was around nine years old. I wasn’t exactly sure what it meant. All I knew (from my flawed understanding of the concept) was that feminists were bold. didn’t wear much makeup, believed they were as good as men and hated all men. See how flawed my understanding was? But I was all of 9 and since I had always been brought up to believe I was as good as the next guy, and since I was not very fond of the opposite sex at that point of time, I was all set to jump on board the feminist train.
It was also around this time I started noticing something else. Whenever I spoke my mind or stood up for myself, or expressed an opinion on something or tried to do something that was considered the forte of the male species, I was criticized or ridiculed. I was told I was being tough, that I wasn’t being “nice” and that I wasn’t behaving like a girl. Like Rebecca West said, ” I only know that people call me a feminist whenever I express sentiments that differentiate me from a doormat.” It was hard trying to make myself understood and trying to make others understand what I was saying. As I grew up, my frustrations only mounted. I never managed to make many friends because of my beliefs and attitudes. And back then, I was too angry and too upset as well to have a reasonable dialogue with people. I also didn’t want to get into trouble because I was still being told at home that I had to be a good student and respect my teachers etc.
When I started college, I tried hard to tone down my feminist leanings. My parents still controlled a large aspect of my life including what I wore and how I behaved in public. So I tried to dumb myself down and not express my opinions. I tried to become nice and likable and sweet. I said things like “I believe in gender equality but I wouldn’t say I’m a feminist.” Cue- eye roll. A lot of it also had to do with the fact that the word feminist was and still is used as an insult in the part of the globe I come from. Even now, women are being vilified and harassed for speaking their minds or demanding their rights. But that was also the time I started reading up more about feminism and its principles. As my understanding of the concept grew, so did my conviction that I was a feminist and that there was nothing wrong in referring to myself as one. I finally came to the realization that it wasn’t an insult, and if it was, that was a fault in the understanding of the person using it and not me.
From then on, to this day, I have proudly referred to myself as a feminist. And any time someone expresses opinions that reek of ignorance of the concept, I’ve always tried to educate them. I’ve learned to be my own person and stand up for myself and speak my mind. I’ve learned not to be nice, or compromise for the sake of social acceptance. I educated my husband who in spite of being raised by a very strong woman, was ignorant of the tenets of feminism. And now, I’m in the process of educating my son who I am determined to raise a feminist. I’m not saying I’m perfect. I still encounter situations where I see and hear people making wrong assumptions about the concept and I don’t respond. I still hear women disavow feminism and although I get angry, I keep silent. It is tiring- this battle to be understood and make others understand. Some days I keep it and other days I’m too weary to do battle.
Feminism also has its flaws. There are multiple schools of thought and multiple definitions. There is black feminism, intersectional feminism, ecofeminism, womanism- the list is endless. My thought is simple and coincides with what Gay herself believes. “I believe in equal opportunities for women and men. I believe in women having reproductive freedom and affordable and unfettered access to the health care they need. I believe women should get paid as much as men for doing the same work.” So when someone tries to tell me they don’t believe in feminism, I ask them this- “Do you think men and women deserve equal opportunities in every sphere of life?” And if the answer is yes, I tell them they’re a feminist.
And on the occasion of this Women’s Day, let us all, men and women, make an effort to better understand and embrace feminism. Remember what Kathy Bail said, “Feminists are just women who don’t want to be treated like shit.” And no one wants to be treated like shit, do they?