Because i have somewhere to go

Has feminism become to abstract? Are we too concerned with pornography, subjectivity, objectivity? Are we objectifying our selves? Are we buying into media with our obsession with reality TV, The Housewives, the Jersey Shores, The Bachelor. We have become comfortable subverting and co~opting language to justify our voyeurism.

The media has become a distinctive sort of executioner, with its stereoscopic displays of virtuality. We buy into this un~reality all the while neglecting reality which is women still struggle, we are homeless, we are not all wearing tiaras and crashing White House parties; women who do not speak the feminist language. Words are both important as well as unimportant, in our celebration of self ~expression we must dissect what is true expression, real feminist expression is not being on Girls Gone Wild, a bikini wax, or double D implants. We are still struggling with real oppression in our economic, social, political, and sexual lives. We have so far to go, and must not forget this. I will not be a round peg round hole kind of girl, many have tried to file my edges to no avail and I will not watch my expressive manifestations come second, or never to full realization.  I know what I need, please don’t tell me what I, we, she needs. I have never asked what feminism is, I just knew innately the difference between, just, and un~just. I have been silent for far too long, and now I speak.

Discord exists; it cannot be ignored or afforded the luxury of overlooking conflict. We ourselves are in conflict with each other. Are we not ourselves, yet the forgotten women of our millennia, those who forged before us, for we ourselves? Not only are we born socialized; we are born into conflict. Are the misogynists all male? Are we truly becoming a society of female chauvinist pigs? I for one am over bored with the it is my right as a women to become empowered by flashing myself on Girls Gone Wild, I hate to break the news to ya sisters, we are raising a little heard of little piggies! I watch the moon change, becoming full and can not overcome the feeling of woman. The inner strength of what is truly feminine, what is uniquely mine, a vessel, a womb. It belongs to me and is not for display, dishonor, or sale.

So with this said, why are we fighting each other? The licentiousness has got to stop being placated, the media is its own type of executioner.