I received this in an email from someone and thought it was an interesting article.

YOUNG WOMEN

By LEONARD PITTS JR.
lpitts@miamiherald.com

Brace yourself. I’m going to use a word that offends folks. I’m talking the ”F” word.

Feminist.

This woman sent me an e-mail Monday, and it got me thinking. See, in describing herself, she assured me she was not ”a `women’s libber” — the late 1960s equivalent of feminist. She also said she was retired from the U.S. Navy. There was, it seemed to me, a disconnect there: She doesn’t believe in women’s liberation, yet she is retired from a position that liberation made possible.

Intrigued, I asked my 17-year-old daughter if she considers herself a feminist. She responded with a mildly horrified No. This, by the way, is the daughter with the 3.75 GPA who is currently pondering possible college majors including political science, psychology and . . . women’s studies. I asked her to define “feminist.”

There began a halting explanation that seemed to suggest shrillness wrapped around obnoxiousness. Abruptly, she stopped. ”It’s hard to explain,” she said.

Actually, it’s not. Jessica Valenti, author of Full Frontal Feminism: A Young Woman’s Guide to Why Feminism Matters, calls it the I’m-Not-A-Feminist-But syndrome. As in the woman who says, ”I’m not a feminist, but . . . ” and then “goes on to espouse completely feminist values. I think most women believe in access to birth control, they want equal pay for equal work, they want to fight against rape and violence against women.”

A once-useful term
”Feminist,” it seems, has ended up in the same syntactical purgatory as another once-useful, now-reviled term: liberal. Most people endorse what that word has historically stood for — integration, child labor laws, product safety — yet they treat the word itself like anthrax. Similarly, while it’s hard to imagine that any young woman really wants to return to the days of barefoot, pregnant and making meatloaf, many now disdain the banner under which their gender fought for freedom. They scorn feminism even as they feast at a table that feminism prepared.

Says Valenti, “The word has been so effectively misused and so effectively mischaracterized by conservatives for so long that women are afraid to identify with it. They’ll say everything under the sun that’s feminist, but they won’t identify with it because they’ve been taught feminists are anti-men, feminists are ugly.”

Deborah Tannen agrees. She is a professor of linguistics at Georgetown University and author of a number of books on gender and communication, including: You’re Wearing That?: Understanding Mothers and Daughters in Conversation. “The reason, I believe, is that meanings of words come from how they’re used. And since the word feminist is used as a negative term rather than a positive one, people don’t want to be associated with it.”

With apologies to Malcolm X, they’ve been had, they’ve been hoodwinked, they’ve been bamboozled. And it’s sad. I’ve lost track of how many times, visiting high schools or teaching college classes, I have met bright girls juggling options and freedoms that would’ve been unthinkable a generation ago, smart young women preparing for lives and careers their foremothers could not have dreamt, yet if you use the ”F” word, they recoil.

`I am a feminist’
We have lost collective memory of how things were before the F-word. Of the casual beatings. Of the casual rape. Of words like ”old maid” and ”spinster.” Of abortion by coat hanger. Of going to school to find a man. Of getting an allowance and needing a husband’s permission. Of taking all your spirit, all your dreams, all your ambition, aspiration, creativity and pounding them down until they fit a space no larger than a casserole dish.

”I’m not a feminist, but . . . ?” That’s a fraud. It’s intellectually dishonest. And it’s a slap to the feminists who prepared the table at which today’s young women sup.

So for the record, I am a feminist. My daughter is, too.

She doesn’t know it yet.
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I admit I am someone who has the I’m-Not-A-Feminist-But syndrome. I’ve always had feminist views, but when asked if I’m one or support it, I didn’t know what to say. After all, I’m not very political. Idiotic, but not political, and ‘feminist’ seems like such a political word.

But I now see it is a word that became contaminated by those who are skeered of the pussy power.

‘Feminist’ brings up images of men-hatin’ women who gnash their teeth while carrying around a chip on their shoulder and braid their arm pit hair at the same time.

I wonder just where we get this image from? cough*drlaura*cough

Oh yes, we’ve been bamboozled alright.

When a best-selling book equates feminism, which essentially is about freedom and equality, with being self-centered, no damn wonder we reject the “F” word.

I always knew Dr. Laura made my ass want to suck a sour lemon. Now I know why.

I know my spirit, dreams, creativity and aspirations are just as important as a man’s, and that’s what feminism boils down to.

So someone who preaches morality, yet had an affair with a married man with three kids, may call that self-centered, but I call it self-worth.

I AM a feminist.

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