Why I Stopped Opposing Feminism
If this is you, consider this your invitation
A statement I’ve heard and said many times:
“I’ve never considered myself a feminist.”
Angry women protesting on the street? Not for me.
I grew up in rural America. If you’re like me, maybe you can relate. I have a mom who can weld. She built fences while I sat in a car seat when I was two years old.
I wore boots and jeans and worked outside with the boys.
I considered myself someone who could work alongside the boys, but knew how to take a step back. I worked hard, earned what I had and you certainly weren’t going to catch me protesting something I lacked.
My household was also conservative. You didn’t rock the boat or question. You kept any emerging non-conforming thoughts to yourself.
To question beliefs meant to question our familial origins, and it just wasn’t something we did. Something today I might claim is partially rooted in adultism.
As I got older and created physical distance from home, I allowed myself to think more deeply about my surroundings. Even more, I started to think more deeply about my experiences both as a child and as a young female in corporate America.
