The Greatest Feminazi of them All

As someone who rather speaks her mind without a second thought, and who is very open about her feelings when something rubbed her the wrong way, being called a “feminazi” is something usual.

The word “feminazi’ is often used to describe “a radical feminist”, and while for some reason this could seem like an okay word to use (who the fuck thinks is okay to use this though?), I’ll let you in on how I spent most of March 8th and how the use of that word became so used up, It drained me of all reasons to repeat myself once again when whiney, arrogant, egotistical men, asked questions such as “why do women get a day to celebrate and men don’t?”

Well, let me start from the beginning. March 8th, as you probably know, is international women’s day. And in my school there was going to do a parade and join the other countries who decided to do the same. We were all excited the days before, making signs and getting speakers to come advocate for female power and all that jazz. It was exciting to see so many girls from freshmen to seniors coming together to make something greater and to bec0me a community who stand together.

The morning of the 8th, everyone was either wearing white or red, and had their posters ready to be held up for the world to see. As soon as I get on the bus, my excitement falters a bit. Some of the girls riding my bus were commenting on each others’ posters and how every poster was empowering as they are when a guy, who I certainly appreciate since I’ve known him for ages now, asks the age old question. And all the girls just… quiet down. Me being me, I answered his question with “because men’s day is every single day” and since he was not expecting an answer, only the reaction he had gotten before, he himself quieted down, searching for an answer. When he had none, he asked me if I was a feminazi. And, that’s when the day started going down hill.

As soon as we got to school, we had all forgotten about that minor incident and we were still, as excited as possible to see women uniting and chanting for ourselves. As the parade started, the posters were held high, most of us had paint over our faces, the sky was bright blue and ready for us.

While one of the girls who actually organized the whole event was talking, some boo’s and comments could be heard int eh background, so as the curiousness took over me, I turned around. And oh! lucky me. I saw a bunch of guys looking out the windows (all in different class windows might I add) laughing and booing what we all thought was one of the most important events our school had let us organize and host.

However, we did not let this affect our vibe and the speakers continued their speech and we continued celebrating. But as the school day carried on, we realized that the fight was not over.

As we went to our classes, men started asking the same question but now even added “men also go through hardships” to their vocabulary. And while this did not phase me one single bit, the moment my best guy friend (yikes, am I right?) told me, straight in the face “I don’t see why women exagerate everything they go through.” I, gobsmacked, asked him to elaborate since I did not want to believe someone I cared so much about, could be such an asshole. He proved what I most feared when he answered “well, for instance, being cat called should be a compliment” and oh boy, did I know that this was going to be a long one.

I, being a girl who has had to face catcalling like most, told him that a compliment is said out of respect, or at least that’s what the definition of “compliment” says and that catcalling and being asked “what can your hands do?” does not feel like it includes any hint of respect whatsoever. I was still so shocked that he would say that, but then, the shock became anger. He started justifying everything with the fact that girls should watch what they wear instead of men being taught how to act. How if a girl gets drunk and later on is involved in sexual assault, to some extent, it’s her fault for not taking care of herself instead of teaching boys that if i’m not okay enough to agree i’m also not okay enought to disagree and that, of course, no means no.

The worst part was that literally that same day, as I was walking to the bus stop, men were already making comment since you could see my legs. It was a hot day and why would I cover up when I knew it was going to be hot. And not even a week had passed since I needed my guy friend to walk me home because a car filled with men kept following me around while screaming things like “mami, show me a smile” “those are some nice legs you got on you” at me.

The fact that guys don’t understand why catcalling is not a compliment and how I am scared to walk alone at 2pm on a school day, is why I’m the feminazi they like to joke about. How they don’t understand that being sexualized for shit like breathing and how we dress, is why we, women, need to stick together. And how, although society has changed a whole lot since the beginning of times and there are so many chances for women to feel empowered and to BE the change we want to see, there are also so many things that are still left that have to change.

So, yes boys, the future is female, and there’s nothing you can do about it. Not with the “feminazi” shit and not with the constant name calling. Not now and not ever. We’ve been down and now, we want to be up. So buckle up, and look at us rise.