I don’t need feminism.
A rather problematic contention to be made by a complacent body of sheltered female activists, gripping their signs of “I am not a victim” “I am capable of critical thinking” and “I don’t need to belittle a man in order to lift myself up!”. They smile to the webcams of their Western-civilised homes, with polished nails and ever so subtlety pouted lips.
A shame really is an understatement. A shame in having an entire history of tremendous feminists, through whom such sign-holding privileges are possible, reduced to a single, now trivial word.
In the 18th Century, a term that defined the legally inferior position of women. A practice of courage.
In the 21st-century West, a term reduced to the bigot girl next door subjugated by the men of the world that refuse to put the toilet seat down. The man-hater. Destroyer of men. Adding so much fuel to the blogosphere of ‘men oppressed through words’.
These two feminisms, they are not alike.
But whatever ideology you hold, ‘I don’t need feminism’ is a brutal message to be sending to third-world sufferers of gender inequality, where statistics are still radically in favour of men, but muted by the bickering of the West that oppression of women isn’t a thing anymore. “Well I’m fine”, soon to become the stereotype of the West.
And here’s the thing – by devoting attention to these statistics, you are not becoming a feminist. No, you are a selfless human being with regard for human rights for all, unbound by doctrine. We have completely averted our gaze from what really matters – solving gender inequality. Too much time wasted on endeavours to define it.
So, for the sake of reducing 21st century misconceptions of feminism, Heart In Hand will call this social project humanist. It starts with attitude.