Yes, I am a female. I'm also a daughter, a sister, an employee, a college student with a future career, a future wife, and a future mother. There's been a lot of talk about feminism in recent days, and what exactly that entails.
All I can tell you is this:
I have the right to hold my full-time job. I have the right obtain a Bachelor's degree or even a Master's if I choose to pursue it. I have the right to maintain my career after having children, or choosing to be a stay at home mom. I have the right to march into the voting booth and cast a ballot for whatever party I choose. I have the right to make the Dean's List, just like every other student. I have the right to be a business woman, a truck driver, a teacher, or a fire fighter.
I can take whatever path I wish to pursue in life. I'm an educated woman who has numerous life accomplishments, and many more yet to come. So please, don't march for me.
I don't need to parade myself down the streets of Washington with Madonna at the helm to prove my worth. I don't need to applaud Ashley Judd for proclaiming to be "nasty" to know that I am lovely. I don't need to spray paint a sign with some degrading, vulgar phrase to know that I shouldn't settle for less than I deserve. So please, don't march for me.
I don't need to disrespect my gender by discussing our bodily functions, or reproductive organs through crude terms to demand the respect of others. So please, don't march for me.
I am a truly powerful woman, therefore I don't need to explain why I am deserving of respect. I simply choose to not engage with those who refuse to not give it to me. So please, don't march for me.
The aftermath of this march is countless streets of our nation's capital covered in utter litter. You have lived up to our name of "nasty women" considering the trash you seemed to have left behind. These actions speak louder than your countless cheers. You expect our environment to care for you, but you can't care for it. So please, don't march for me.
Ariana Grande, Taylor Swift, Miley Cyrus, Katy Perry, Emma Watson, and the numerous other Hollywood stars partaking are not my heroes. So please, don't march for me.
You can all flood the streets of our nation's capital, I hope you at least get your steps in for the day on your fit bit. However, seeing how you didn't go back to pick up the grossly trash you left behind, I'd say you're down about 1,000 steps right now. I'll just be right here, making my own way, by working hard like I'm supposed to. So please, don't march for me.
I'll just hope that some day I'll raise my future daughter to be a strong woman too, one who doesn't need multi-color poster boards, an extra thirteen cents, or a senseless chant to define her. So please, don't march for me.
I don't expect the world to be handed to me on a silver platter. I am fully aware that the world owes me nothing. The American dream is our own dream to achieve. So please, don't march for me.
