One of my students told me tonight that she was amazed to discover that I am a feminist because I wear dresses.
Because she considers herself a feminist, and the only other feminists she has met have perceived feminine clothing as something to be mocked.
I calmly explained that clothes didn’t make the person, that I didn’t see anything wrong with being feminine (or choosing to wear inherently feminine clothing, or wearing inherently masculine clothing for that matter), which is why I’m a feminist. Because all people, regardless of what gender they identify with, deserve equal treatment.
To which she said, “I knew there were people like you somewhere in Arkansas.”
And I felt kind of bad, because there are more feminists in Arkansas than just me. I know that logically. But mostly the feminists here are quiet because (a good portion of) the men are way too fond of domestic violence, rape, and guns. Lots of guns.
Then again, that’s sort of true anywhere.
And then we had a brief conversation on why we liked The Big Bang Theory and Bill Nye, the Science Guy. In connection to the feminism conversation, that’s also kind of funny.
It’s just been a weird night.