I Am Tired of Seeing Anti-Feminist Women

I Am Tired of Seeing Anti-Feminist Women

Why fight against yourself when you can fight for yourself?

Feminism has gotten a horrible reputation as a crazed, femi-Nazi movement.

However, as a PROUD feminist, each time I hear the cause mislabeled and completely slandered, a little spark is lit inside me to change their minds. I'm here to set the record straight and open your eyes to the new wave of feminism. Get on board or get left behind.

Feminism, simply defined, is EQUALITY of the genders (or non-conforming), NOT supremacy of females, as we often get criticized for by the patriarchy.

Yeah, I said it.

While you could argue that women have the same legal rights as men, the standards for women are so obviously different and the societal expectations are extremely limiting. Major business women being seen as shrill or controlling for simply acting in a "masculine" manner, or worse, having these behaviors blamed on "that time of the month" is incredibly demeaning and destroys confidence and motivation in young girls across the globe.

There are countless women in the spotlight today, however, that are helping to change the mold, taking back women's bodies and creating bosses from their bones. Amber Rose. Maybe she's not your mom's favorite role model for you, but the female empowerment of her annual Slut Walk is undeniable.

The main goal of this protest is to take back the female body and put down those who blame sexual assault victims and what they choose to wear. It goes all the way to high school dress codes; shoulders are part of the human form, not an invitation for advances from men.

Slut shaming is a thing of the past and Rose was a big part of this. And she's making hella bank so props to her.

Now, for the even more controversial role model: Hillary Clinton. She probably suffered one of the worst attacks from the media in history, often just for what she wore or how she did her hair. DON'T TALK TO ME ABOUT THE EMAILS THIS IS NOT ABOUT POLITICS.

You have to admit that she is one bad*ss woman. I mean, the first female nominee for President of the U.S.? Who wouldn't look up to her? It's further evidence of woman expanding their power into primarily male-dominated fields. Don't forget that she went from First Lady to serve as our secretary of state. I'd call that a major promotion.

I need guys to read this. I need them to realize that it's not embarrassing to stand up for girls. It's not embarrassing to be a feminist. Shout out to Chris if you made it this far, or any man really, it's impressive. It's 2017 people, it's time we realized what equality really means.

Also, shout out to women who side with the patriarchy and fall for the falsehoods pushed onto you about the feminist movement; you are only hurting yourself. It's really sad to see the oblivion of some populations in our country but I'm glad we have millions of strong women and men on our side.

Cover Image Credit: NBC News - Bryan Woolston

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Sorry Not Sorry, My Parents Paid For My Coachella Trip

No haters are going to bring me down.

With Coachella officially over, lives can go back to normal and we can all relive Beyonce’s performance online for years to come. Or, if you were like me and actually there, you can replay the experience in your mind for the rest of your life, holding dear to the memories of an epic weekend and a cultural experience like no other on the planet.

And I want to be clear about the Beyonce show: it really was that good.

But with any big event beloved by many, there will always be the haters on the other side. The #nochella’s, the haters of all things ‘Chella fashion. And let me just say this, the flower headbands aren’t cultural appropriation, they’re simply items of clothing used to express the stylistic tendency of a fashion-forward event.

Because yes, the music, and sure, the art, but so much of what Coachella is, really, is about the fashion and what you and your friends are wearing. It's supposed to be fun, not political! Anyway, back to the main point of this.

One of the biggest things people love to hate on about Coachella is the fact that many of the attendees have their tickets bought for them by their parents.

Sorry? It’s not my fault that my parents have enough money to buy their daughter and her friends the gift of going to one of the most amazing melting pots of all things weird and beautiful. It’s not my fault about your life, and it’s none of your business about mine.

All my life, I’ve dealt with people commenting on me, mostly liking, but there are always a few that seem upset about the way I live my life.

One time, I was riding my dolphin out in Turks and Cacaos, (“riding” is the act of holding onto their fin as they swim and you sort of glide next to them. It’s a beautiful, transformative experience between human and animal and I really think, when I looked in my dolphin’s eye, that we made a connection that will last forever) and someone I knew threw shade my way for getting to do it.

Don’t make me be the bad guy.

I felt shame for years after my 16th birthday, where my parents got me an Escalade. People at school made fun of me (especially after I drove into a ditch...oops!) and said I didn’t deserve the things I got in life.

I can think of a lot of people who probably don't deserve the things in life that they get, but you don't hear me hating on them (that's why we vote, people). Well, I’m sick of being made to feel guilty about the luxuries I’m given, because they’ve made me who I am, and I love me.

I’m a good person.

I’m not going to let the Coachella haters bring me down anymore. Did my parents buy my ticket and VIP housing? Yes. Am I sorry about that? Absolutely not.

Sorry, not sorry!

Cover Image Credit: Kaycie Allen

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What 5 Year-Old Me Could Teach 19 Year-Old Me

If only I could go back.

I'd be lying if I said I didn't miss being five years old. Who doesn't? Although I had zero freedom and couldn't choose my own outfits, life was simple and predictable. I woke up and went to school then I came home and played outside. Hunting for snails under rocks and playing baseball with tree branches as bats was the highlight of my day and continues to be a mainstay in my running list of favorite childhood memories.

But of all of the things that I miss about being really young, I only recently realized that the sheer confidence in myself that I had at five years old is something I've been trying to recapture ever since.

Running around with dirt on my face and bleeding splinters in my palms from my makeshift baseball bats must've been a less-than-seemly sight for every adult in my neighborhood but I was absolutely thrilled. At that moment, I wasn't thinking about what I looked like or the opinion other people had about my shenanigans. I was wondering which of my friends was free to come outside and about what my mom was going to cook for dinner. I was thinking about how much I enjoyed the kindness of my kindergarten teacher and how proud I was that I was one of the best in my class at sight words.

Confidence is a funny thing. It seems that the more life I live, the more experience I gain, the more knowledge I learn, the less confidence I have. As the old adage goes, "you don't know what you don't know." Every day, I discover more and more that I don't know and I've become slightly obsessed with closing those gaps as they appear. It's turned into a race that I will never be able to keep up with.

Five-year-old me was blissfully unaware of these gaps in knowledge. I knew that my parents were way smarter than me but I had no conceptualization of just how much it took them to get there. I thought that one day I would just wake up and know how to drive a car (the most amazing adult thing to me at the time). I was so confident that life would work out with no effort. I was unstoppable.

Becoming more self-aware as I get older has enormous benefits, though. Knowing where I fall short means I often acknowledge that I need help in becoming the person that I want to be. Instead of thinking that I can figure everything out if I just have the chance to try it, I'm much more open to getting advice and collaboration. I met great friends my freshman year of college just from admitting that I was completely and utterly clueless in chemistry. That incompetence became something that we bonded over and helped each other grow in.

Five-year-old me wasn't insecure about running around with splintered palms. 19-year-old me knows that the splinters have to come out and that I can't remove them by myself.

Cover Image Credit: Cameryn Cole

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