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I'm a feminist but...


A wee homage to The Guilty Feminist podcast – a podcast in which the glorious Deborah Frances-White and phenomenal Sophie Hagan in front of a studio audience explore their noble goals as 21st century feminists, and the insecurities and hypocrises which undermine them.

I'm a feminist but... 

If he stood for elected office, I'd vote for Mark Carney purely on the basis of his being a silver fox.

I get my husband to remove spiders from the bath.

Oh, oh, OH, Henry Cavill with no clothes on.

There isn't a day that goes by without my wishing I had longer legs and thicker hair.

I really enjoy it when my husband opens doors for me, and walks on the road side of the pavement.

I wear my glasses in important meetings with older men, because I get the sense I get taken more seriously.

I'm not above a bit of judicious flirting if I think it'll help me get my point across in a situation. (I figure the patriarchy owes me this at least.)

When watching Team GB play in the Olympic women's hockey final, instead of being impressed by their talent, dedication and achievement, I couldn't get past how fucking beautiful the lot of them were.

Being aware of my feminism has made me realise that some people are just a bit shit. And while I should probably take the time to explain to them why I find them phenomenally difficult to deal with, instead I find it easier just not to engage. And that's not always a comfortable thing.

When trolled on Twitter by a brigade of misogynists for being peeved that women in showjumping, where men and women compete as equals, were referred to by the commentators as 'lady riders', my first inclination was to withdraw from the situation and let them get on with it rather than fighting back.

When a great friend of mine recently said she wouldn't ever describe herself as a feminist, I let the comment slide rather than fighting the point and explaining exactly why she is, and why I think it's damaging that she won't identify as one.

Sometimes I worry that I'm not being rightfully pissed off about an issue – I'm just being humourless about it.


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