I’m not a feminist, but…

Yeah yeah, we’ve heard it all before…

Well here goes my cliched turn: I am not a feminist in the sense of feeling that there is a superior sex. I am, however, a huge believer in equality. I feel as though a fair amount of feminists need to stop pushing for furthering “gender equality” to the point of making women the superior gender. Why be as bad as the force you’ve been fighting for a century? It makes no sense to me. I do appreciate the massive efforts that have been made in the past, e.g. women gaining the vote, and that kind of important progress. However, the real extreme feminists? No… Not for me. Just equality for all, please, and thank you.

So where am I heading? I went out for lunch last week with my grandmother, and we were catching up after me spending the last three months in Madrid. In passing, she mentioned that she was “pleased” that my ex-boyfriend and I had called it a day. When I asked why, she said, because “Men should be the main breadwinner”. My ex didn’t attend university, and coaches tennis, and I have aspirations to go to law school after graduating from Loughborough – so her logic is basic, but understandable. However, for the first time in my life, I felt a stir of irritation on behalf of my gender.

I suddenly felt that if my grandmother felt I should progress in my career, and education, but still felt I should be earning beneath my future husband/boyfriend’s salary, maybe feminism deserves a little more credit than I give it. She is 76 this week, and over the course of 50 or so years, obviously what I assume to be normal opinions have changed quite a lot. Despite this, I was still pretty cross that after all my hard work so far at ‘getting somewhere’, my grandmother would want me to marry someone who would ‘look after me’.

I don’t really have a point to make here, but I think that maybe Destiny’s Child deserve a little more recognition in careers lectures… Queen B is what is pulling me through.. That and wanting to be able to afford a Chanel bag eventually.