On The Anniversary Of The Women's March Let's Remember The Power Of Women

On The Anniversary Of The Women's March Let's Remember The Power Of Women

I attended the original Women's March in Washington D.C. in 2017 and I've never felt so empowered.


When the news came out that there would be a march centered on women the day after Trump's inauguration, my mom and I knew we had to be there. Our plans morphed into attending with several female friends and family and spending the weekend outside of D.C. I was excited of course and felt powerful simply deciding that we were going to take a stand for what we believed in. Being someone who never shied away from sharing her opinion and someone who felt utterly powerless after the 2016 presidential election, this felt like the perfect action to take to start believing in my country and its political systems again.

On the drive from Connecticut to Washington D.C., nearly every car we passed had something about the women's march or feminism on the windows and most drivers were wearing pussy hats. When we stopped at rest stops, they were filled with women clearly going to D.C. as we were. Every woman I passed hugged me or smiled or asked if I would be attending the march. Experiencing the community of kindness that women create for each other was so comforting and to be supporting something that that many women were so passionate about making the future of America not so dark after all.

In order to get from our hotel to the actual site of the march, we had to take a train. When we got to the train station, the entire track, the inside of the station itself, and the front lawn were covered with women and a whole lot of pink. We waited for hours to finally get on a train and squeezed ourselves on just to be able to stand in between train cars. The estimates of how many women would march that day had been large, but from that moment on it was clear that all predictions were about to be exceeded.

As we left the train station in D.C. women were cheering and screaming immediately. Women were handing out signs on the street and there was a massive crowd of people as far as I could see. During the rest of the day I stood in front of the White House and Capitol Hill, I marched through the city surrounded by the women, I laughed, I cried, and I heard the most amazing stories from women around the country. I was with a friend of mine, we were both 16 at the time when two older women came up to us and asked if it was our first march. We told them it was and they said that they had gone to their first march for women's rights together in high school and hadn't stopped since.

The most amazing part was hearing the news reports of how many women attended and in how many cities on how many continents. The entire world stood up for the half of the human population that is slighted and made to feel lesser than. A friend who attended the march on Saturday sent me a sign of a poster that said "I'm a girl. What's your superpower?". I can truly say that the women I know are as close to superheroes as the world will get, and something like the Women's March is the only way to display the full power of women and their ability to persevere.

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I'm A Woman And You Can't Convince Me Breastfeeding In Public Is OK In 2019

Sorry, not sorry.


Lately, I have seen so many people going off on social media about how people shouldn't be upset with mothers breastfeeding in public. You know what? I disagree.

There's a huge difference between being modest while breastfeeding and just being straight up careless, trashy and disrespectful to those around you. Why don't you try popping out a boob without a baby attached to it and see how long it takes for you to get arrested for public indecency? Strange how that works, right?

So many people talking about it bring up the point of how we shouldn't "sexualize" breastfeeding and seeing a woman's breasts while doing so. Actually, all of these people are missing the point. It's not sexual, it's just purely immodest and disrespectful.

If you see a girl in a shirt cut too low, you call her a slut. If you see a celebrity post a nude photo, you call them immodest and a terrible role model. What makes you think that pulling out a breast in the middle of public is different, regardless of what you're doing with it?

If I'm eating in a restaurant, I would be disgusted if the person at the table next to me had their bare feet out while they were eating. It's just not appropriate. Neither is pulling out your breast for the entire general public to see.

Nobody asked you to put a blanket over your kid's head to feed them. Nobody asked you to go feed them in a dirty bathroom. But you don't need to basically be topless to feed your kid. Growing up, I watched my mom feed my younger siblings in public. She never shied away from it, but the way she did it was always tasteful and never drew attention. She would cover herself up while doing it. She would make sure that nothing inappropriate could be seen. She was lowkey about it.

Mindblowing, right? Wait, you can actually breastfeed in public and not have to show everyone what you're doing? What a revolutionary idea!

There is nothing wrong with feeding your baby. It's something you need to do, it's a part of life. But there is definitely something wrong with thinking it's fine to expose yourself to the entire world while doing it. Nobody wants to see it. Nobody cares if you're feeding your kid. Nobody cares if you're trying to make some sort of weird "feminist" statement by showing them your boobs.

Cover up. Be modest. Be mindful. Be respectful. Don't want to see my boobs? Good, I don't want to see yours either. Hard to believe, I know.

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I Am A Feminist And I Don't Hate Men

It's time to let the world know what Feminism truly is.


I know what you've heard about feminists. You've heard that we're all lesbians, that we hate men, and that we think women are the superior species. You believe that men should be fearing for their lives because "people like us" are making them feel less than worthy. You see us at protests waving our equality flags and think, "Wow, do they really have to do that?"

The answer?


And here's why:

For YEARS, women have been struggling to gain the same equal rights as men. We've been dealing with issues such as gender wage gaps, the right to vote, the right to have our own bank account (Yeah. Until 1974, we were required to have a man as a cosigner for our own bank accounts), and so many more.

Of course, times have changed, and women have definitely gained more rights, which is great! But the thing is, there's still inequality between women and men. That's just the truth.

Women are still getting harassed on the street every single day, and women are still being denied jobs because they "don't look" like what the company expects (which is usually, a man).

What does all of this have to do with feminists hating men, you may ask?

Well, for starters, these are the issues that we actually care about. Wait...what?

We, like feminists, care about equality. Hating men and wishing females were the only ones with rights? That's called inequality.

And we aren't here for it.

We stand for equal pay. We stand for women and men having rights over their own bodies. We stand for kindness towards anyone and everyone. We stand for equality.

Now that's what being a Feminist is all about.

So, you can complain about how much we hate men and wish they would burn in hell. But at the end of the day, we know what we stand for.

And hating men, isn't it.

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