Questions a Feminist Gets Asked

So, if you haven’t realised by now, I’m a massive feminist.  I believe massively in equality for all and as Karen Smith says in Mean Girls the Musical “I expect to run the world in shoes I cannot walk in.”  I’m also not afraid to let others know what I believe in.  Although people are typically very lovely and agree with me (for obvious reasons) I have met – on more than one occasion people who are slightly… We’ll say confused, on what a feminist is.  This – as well as being kinda offensive – does give me great content for my blog.  Most of these made me laugh, so hopefully it’ll do the same for you!

First up – my personal favourite:

“You’d be really sexy if you weren’t a feminist.”

What?!  Firstly, that you for calling me sexy… I think?  (We were both underaged so nothing untoward was going on).  I just love it because the person who said that to me genuinely meant it as a mix of a compliment and constructive criticism.

“Is it because you can’t cook and want men to do it for you?”

This is amazing.  Fun fact about me: I cannot cook to save my life – honestly I once out something in the microwave on a plate, the plate started sparking, I took the food out and put it back in the microwave because I thought it looked cool.  I’ve burnt myself more times than imaginable because I’ll touch a tray that just came out the oven to see if it’s hot.  So, to be fair, I can imagine myself doing that.  But I’m not!  I’m doing it because… Equality!

“Do you want to become superior and have men become your slaves and worship you?”

Yes.  I’m kidding I promise – I couldn’t deal with being a dictator, there would be too much pressure 🙂

“Is it just a phase?”

It’ll be a phase until we’re all equal – respect the drip Karen.

“Do you burn your bras and shave your hair off?”

God, I could never burn a bra – do you know how expensive those things are!  And I do quite like my hair and it would take so long to grow back!

“Are you a man hater?”

No, I like men.  My Dad is someone I’ve always looked up to, and his Dad got me into Performing Arts, while my Mum’s Dad gave me his gift of being extremely extroverted and I can talk to people easily.  My little brother is a sweetheart and my Big Bro is crazy but he’s one of my closest mates.  Thumper is my best friend and he’s a dude… and we can’t forget my boyfriend who I simply adore or any of my other guy friends.  So, guys are pretty cool, I guess I’m just a society hater instead.

“Is this your way of coming out to us as gay?”

Quite simply, no.  Of course, there’s nothing wrong with being gay but I’m… not – oops.  I’m just an activist 🙂

Leading on from that last one…

“Do your parents know?”

Yes, and they’re very supportive with the fact I want equality for all 🙂

                Finally, this is a question I get asked lots and I want to clear it up once and for all.  “If you’re a feminist, why do you dress like a slut?” Because I should be allowed to wear whatever the hell I want and not be put down for it!  If someone posts a photo of them in a crop top and a mini skirt, I just want you to know you look amazing and I have an insane amount of respect for you.  If someone posts a photo in a hoodie and joggers, I want you to know you look amazing and I respect you. 

At the end of the day, let’s just respect one another and not put anyone else down.  Is that fair?  Okay, good!  Thank you for reading this article, I’m sorry for posting so frequently, I’ve just had my creativity flowing and I’m motivated to write and share!

Love you all, xo baby Tati xoxo

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