Feminism

So, I was scrolling through Charlie Brooker's Guardian page, catching up on columns that I have missed, and secretly agree with, most of the time even if I hypocritically do whatever he happens to be complaining about this week.

For some reason, unbeknownst to me, I decided to look at the comments, which I find myself doing more and more recently.

Why do I give a shit whether or not people liked that article, or agreed with it?

I don't.

Which is the simple fact of the matter. I've even started doing it on Twitter and Facebook. But I don't care about what that person thinks or says about that other comment. It's all a mass confusion of words, used by people that can't spell and don't know how to use punctuation. 

So, imagine my fury when, as a relatively stubborn and slightly feminist female, my feelings on seeing a comment about feminism being an act of hostility toward men. 

Let me make one thing clear. 

Feminism is the ism of making women men's equals. 

We, or I (not wanting to speak for the collective) don't pick on men because they are male and I am not, nor do I pick on men because I wish I was. I pick on men or "find fault in" them because most of them are bloody idiots.

There is no need to believe that a woman, that happens to be a feminist, finding fault in a man has anything to do with her views on feminism unless she states as such. Not only that but the man believing that said woman is finding fault with man and not just pointing out the obvious is very insulting.

Can I also point out that just because a woman is a feminist doesn't mean that she is against men. Reiterating point of being for equality!

The saddest thing about this whole rant is that in its most basic form is about acceptance of genitalia.

Can you believe that something so basic and simple, and something that can't really be changed completely, is what sets a part an entire society? Something that is ingrained within us since the moment we are born. In fact even before, when your parents decide what colour they want to paint your room, what colour your blanket will be. What overgrow to get. The blue or the pink?

I don't dislike men. In fact I consider a few of them friends. That doesn't mean that if they are sexist or derogatory, I won't give them a smack (let's face it, I'm more likely to under said circumstances). The simple fact of the matter is that they are just easy targets. The same way I suppose, that women are easy targets for them.

I won't claim that I'm one of those women that will get touchy over every sexist comment. I suppose it depends on context.

It's a tricky and complex topic that must be handled with care. And I suppose it depends on who you are talking to and how you handle it.

Some things aren't funny. Many make my blood boil.

Why must a woman get attacked with abuse for posting anything remotely feminist? She gets slaughtered because that is the world that we live in.

What the hell sort of society is this? 

The next step

There are many steps in life, some are big and some are little. All of which lead to decisions and painful paperwork processes. Most of the time.

I seem to have hit a point in my life that will determine the rest of it. I have finished education. And it seems at the moment, for good. And it's scary. My life as I know it is over. Despite the fact that I know things will be relatively calm for a while, what with this trip coming up my days are being filled with plans for that. Which is amazing and exciting and so unbelievably surreal that I can't seem to concentrate on it. I leave in two months, but it feels like a year. But what happens when I get back.
What then?

I'm at a crossroads. Again. And I'm certain I'll come to many more. We all have to make important and life changing decisions. Not the everyday what shirt shall I wear today, but the 'Turn Left' kind of decision that will change the future.

We all feel lost from time to time. And it isn't hard to put our fears, concerns and worries into perspective. But then, we all have those moments of utter selfishness in which we are the most important people in the world. And as egotistic human beings, at some point or other, we are. To us, we are the most important people in the world. Of course we care for others and have moments of clarification in which we realise that we are a spec, less than such, on the surface of the Earth, doing more damage than good.

But enough. There is more than the next step ahead.
It's a doorway.
A light.
A journey.