Feminism on the Farm

Hello sunshine,

I have a secret.

This is going to sound very strange, but here goes nothing . . .

I didn’t hear the word ‘feminism’ until I came to college. And by “hear the word,” I mean I didn’t really know what feminism was, or what it meant to a large group of people, or what it was all about.

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Feminist Symbol. Google.

You see where I’m from, feminism doesn’t really exist. We don’t talk about the rights of women in my home. The only rights my people (the rednecks) are concerned with is the right to bear arms. And as far as I know, women are just entitled to that right as men.

Now hold your horses!

I think it is important to note that I grew up in an environment where I was told I needed to learn how to do things, like change a tire, cook, etc. so that I wouldn’t have to depend on  a man for the rest of my life. Maybe in a way that was what feminism on the farm looked like. My godfather, Uncle Kerry, always told me that I needed to be self-sufficient, that I never needed to rely on a man because I was better than that. It was instilled in me at an early age that I was going to college and earn a degree before I even thought about getting married and having kids. Maybe this was my family’s way of introducing me to feminism without actually saying the word. Not that feminism is a bad word or anything.

Now that I’m in college.

Something that I noticed since I’ve come to college is that I have very strong opinions on the rights of women. It definitely helps that I have professors, both male and female, who are strong advocates for women. I must say, I have a wonderful professor who is the epitome of everything I want to be in life. She is strong, highly educated, and most definitely a feminist. She has taught me that “life is too short for an ordinary man, so why settle?” and that “a Bachelors, Masters, or Doctorate isn’t going to wake up one day and decide it doesn’t love you.

Since coming to college, I’ve prayed for the success of the Women’s Marches, I wore red in solidarity and spent no money on the Day Without a Women. Although I am not a die hard, burning my bra, and destroying the patriarchy type feminist, I do consider myself one. Honestly though, I don’t think I could ever walk into my parents’ home and declare “I’m a feminist!”

Your beliefs are yours, don’t let anyone tell you differently.

Whether you’re a feminist, and environmentalist, whatever, all I’m trying to say is that if you are going to believe in something, believe in something wholeheartedly. Study it. Decide if it lines up with your religious/moral/ethical beliefs.

So here’s my question . . . When was the first time you heard about feminism? Leave me a comment and let me know!

Catch ya on the flipside.

RB

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