I have recently started spending an inordinate amount of time on Twitter. A year ago, I would have believed that to be a waste of time. A year ago, I was uninformed.
Twitter, largely thanks to the efforts of Black Lives Matter activists like Johnetta Elzie, DeRay Mckesson and Zellie Imani, has become the active, vibrant, effective hub of social change. It’s strange to say, but I sometimes feel like I didn’t really grow up, didn’t really mature in my own feminism, until I found Twitter. Sure, I sort of understood my own white privilege, but I didn’t really know even a third of the racial history of this country. I believed in intersectionality, but I had not quite internalized it.
Twitter changed that, 140 characters at a time. Not to mention all the links to mind-blowing, mind-expanding studies and articles, op-ed pieces and blog entries. It also introduced me to a host of amazing people who are doing some very difficult, often thankless, sometimes risky even to the point of possible death, activism work.
Aside from the cat pics and joke memes (which, let’s be clear, I enjoy more than I should), Twitter has mostly been a feeling of community I’ve missed for a long time. It has given me something I thought I’d lost, before: a place to talk about my personal feminism, without feeling like I was constantly under attack. A place to learn from other people, without feeling completely disconnected from the teachers. A place to debate, where the trolls can fairly easily be dismissed (at least, they can for me; I know others’ experiences haven’t been that at all) by the simple click of a mouse.
And there are the question tweets. Mostly, the questions aren’t original. Often, they’re things I’ve seen a million times, and just haven’t bothered to address or answer, for myself. Simple questions, with maybe not-so-simple answers.
Tonight’s simple question, from Feminist Gals an account created mostly (from what I can tell) to educate teens and college-aged adults about feminism, was this:
Why do you need feminism?
I responded twice, and I’ll include those answers, here. But there is so much more than I could put into tweets, even if I filled that text field over and over again, all night long. I decided to start a living, updated-as-necessary list of all the reasons why I need feminism.
I need feminism…
- …because before I was old enough to legally buy a drink in a bar, I’d been molested for five years, gang raped while on a vacation, abused by two different partners, and roofied and raped at a party where I had one drink.
- …because my family didn’t believe I’d been molested.
- …because I chose a boy I didn’t really care about, to lose my virginity, so that the grown man who was molesting me wouldn’t take it from me, without my consent.
- …because virginity has become so commodified in our culture, I actually believed I would lose value as a human being, as soon as I was no longer a virgin.
- …because from the moment I had sex with that sweet boy, I was labelled a slut.
- …because my best friend at the time was also gang raped, that night, and blamed me for it. Because she and her friend beat me in a parking lot for not saving her.
- …because I was taught to question and doubt the validity of my own lived experiences, by people not believing my accounts of them.
- …because of gaslighting.
- …because, when I told my boyfriend (at the time) about being raped, he blamed me for it, and immediately explained how he would leave me, if I pulled away from him the next time he tried to kiss me or initiate sex.
- …because I was still so unsure of my own value as a human being that I stayed with him, anyway.
- …because my sexual orientation has been dissected, ridiculed, picked apart, and even been deemed imaginary or non-existent, since I was outed in high school.
- …because not all of that came from straight people.
- …because a high school guidance counselor told me that I shouldn’t be “shoving it (my sexual orientation) in everybody’s faces, when I spoke to her about the bullying.
- …because I was quietly steered away from the hobbies and careers I wanted, when I was young, because of my gender.
- …because my childhood religion taught me both that I was the source of all evil, and that my only legitimate purposes on this planet were to make babies and take care of them. And men. To take care of men.
- …because my emotions, even when their expression is both logical and appropriate to the situation, are often used to discredit my words. I am neither hysterical nor oversensitive.
- …because I had an easier time getting booze at the liquor store, when I was a teenager, than I did getting birth control.
- …because I grew up believing that women weren’t supposed to enjoy sex.
- …because all the heroes in my books, movies, and TV shows were men and boys, beyond Nancy Drew.
- …because I was taught all about all the things I was supposed to do to keep myself from being raped, without ever hearing a thing about consent.
- …because my male friends and cousins were never taught not to touch me, if I said no.
- …because I was never taught how to set boundaries, or even that I was allowed to do so. In fact, I was made to accept kisses, hugs, cheek-pinches, and to sit in someone’s lap, even when I’d said I didn’t want to do so.
- …because parents are still forcing their kids to accept touches and physical affection from people who make them uncomfortable.
- …because, until I was in my late twenties, I believed that if I “led a man on” to a certain point, I owed him sex.
- …because girls – and more importantly, boys – are still being taught that lie.
- …because too many people believe they are entitled to my attention, time, respect, affection, body, and intimacy.
- …because girls are still made to choose their clothes for school based upon whether or not the boys might find them “distracting.”
- …because the vast majority of legislators making policy and funding decisions about women’s health in the US are male.
- …because I’m afraid to post face or full-body pictures of myself online, due to the possible commentary.
- …because my clothing does not indicate consent
- …because my alcohol consumption doesn’t, either.
- …because one in five women will be raped in her lifetime.
- …because 1 in 5 girls and 1 in 20 boys are molested as children
- …because our country provides those child victims with neither justice nor adequate treatment for their trauma.
- …because a child victim of sexual abuse is almost twice as likely to be sexually assaulted or raped, later in life, as someone who was not molested as a child, yet there is no ongoing support system.
- …because children almost never lie about sexual abuse, yet are rarely believed.
- …because women almost never lie about rape, yet are rarely believed.
- …because police officers often interrogate reporting rape victims as if they were the criminals…
- …and only about 3% of rapists ever see the inside of a prison cell…
- …and victims are revictimized by the court system, during trials…
- …and by their communities…
- …and by the media…
- …yet too many people, when told by a woman that she was raped, refuse to believe her unless she goes to the police.
- …because people like RooshV and Donald Trump exist.
And that’s all I’ve got the spoons to type, right now. I’ve barely scratched the surface, and I will be back.