I've been thinking a lot lately. This will likely get fairly rambly.
About the world, about my life, and about this little corner of the internet that I have staked out for myself.
There are many directions I could go with this space, and I've come to the definite conclusion that I am completely unsure of where this blog is going (see what I did there?). It started off as a simple platform to get me writing, and to provide some measure of accountability for personal goals and projects.
Heh. Yeah, about those resolutions and goals. The ones I'm constantly thinking up and then abandoning. It's not too encouraging. And about that blogging schedule I haven't kept to, largely out of not feeling like I have anything pertinent to say.
However, maybe that's not the point. Maybe the point is that I have this space, and I can say whatever the heck I want to say within it. Even if it doesn't fit into my preconceived notion of what my topic is or should be. So I'm going to go on an adventure. I'm going to write about whatever is on my mind, whether it seems relevant or not.
Wow, when I write it out like that, it seems much less momentous than it did in my head. I'm going to blog OFF TOPIC. So brave. But hey, small steps, right?
So, first topic. Feminism.
Yep, I said it. Dropped the f-word.
You see, I'm a feminist. I always have been, but it was in the lazy, non-introspective, inactive way. Perhaps it's because I was so involved in my studies, but I never really bothered to poke my nose out into the world and see what was going on. I didn't actively deconstruct problematic cultural messages, and I had never heard the words 'kyriarchy' or 'intersectionality.' I pinned buttons with cheeky feminist phrases on my purse, but I didn't know, in a real way, that feminism had progressed past the free love movement of the sixties.
In other words, I was a complete dunce on the subject.
But in the last year or so, largely in response to unidentified feelings of ennui and quiet rage, I've really started immersing myself in the literature and connecting with some of the truly amazing folks writing about this stuff out on the big bad internet. People like Melissa McEwan, Ana Mardoll, David Futrelle, and Libby Anne, to name just a few.
I've come across so many different perspectives, many of which make me breathe a huge sigh of relief. Finding safe spaces was a revelation. I hadn't known that such thoughtful people were out there doing the work of identifying subtle double standards, of explaining tricky problems, of inspecting and dismantling rape culture. People who expect more. I got a huge awakening to what was going on in the world, and a call to examine some of the shitty messages I've internalized over the years. Boy, can that stuff be unpleasant to unpack and really look at, especially when it comes to addressing one's unexamined privilege. But it's also profoundly important, and I'm willing to put up with a little discomfort in order to become a better person.
I guess you could say I'm a baby feminist. I've got a whole heck of a lot to learn and grok and incorporate into my goal of becoming a more thoughtful human being.
So let's just say that I was deeply and pleasantly surprised by what I found out there when I finally got around to looking, and immersing myself in the feminist blogosphere has rapidly become my main free-time preoccupation. It's increasingly becoming a critical part of who I am. This is something that I'm passionate about, and something I need to write about. So perhaps this space will take on a whole new direction, or maybe it will just become a more representative sample of my thoughts. There are no internet police to say I can't have privilege-deconstructing posts alongside sock-folding posts, after all. They coexist in my head, so why not here?
My space, my rules. Would you like to come along for the ride?