I walked along the street on my way to a Barrett, the Honors College event with a good friend when she asked me out of the blue, “So is feminism just man-hating?” A little caught off guard, I patiently explained that feminism is not about hating men but about equality between the sexes. It surprised me that my friend would ask me that question because I talk about feminism often enough that I assumed she knew my sentiments.
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My entire life, I have been a picky eater. I have given my mother so much grief because I don’t like eating red meat, fish, spicy foods and the list goes on. I am also naturally very thin and suffer from Irritable Bowel Syndrome. So many people look at me, add all these factors up in their heads and assume I must be anorexic.
In a moment of sheer boredom several weeks ago, I decided to watch a new TV show to kill some free time. But I didn’t choose to watch "Parks and Recreation," "The Office" or "House of Cards." No, I turned on "Keeping Up with the Kardashians" for the first time in my life. I had seen the memes but had never watched an episode of the reality show myself.
While sitting in my pediatrician’s office waiting for my yearly check-up, I can hear the high-pitched screams of some poor, unfortunate toddler who had to receive a shot. I scroll absently through my Facebook feed as I wait impatiently for the customer service woman to print a copy of my immunization records.
Equal pay! Abortion rights! The glass ceiling! All of these ideas are commonly associated with people who champion the ideals of feminism and fight for “gender equity” and “fair treatment of the sexes.”
After struggling over my Human Event essay and staying up late finishing it, I walked into my local CVS this past weekend in search of three specific items essential to my well-being in college: thin mint Oreo cookies, a bottle of Sprite and maxi pads.
On June 3, 2016, I found myself outraged and ready to throw my phone at the wall. After reading the Buzzfeed News article that featured a heart-wrenching letter penned to Brock Turner in the Stanford rape case, I was in a state of sheer disbelief.