Reflections

by aronjerrison

I’ve been meaning to write this post for a while, but getting settled home after a year away took more time than I had thought it might. Anyhow, here goes:

Although I have been calling myself a feminist for years, this past year* was the first in which I have actually made an effort to immerse myself in the writings of contemporary feminists. This has mostly taken the form of following a substantial number of feminists who blog, and checking sporadically on the works of many more. It doesn’t sound like much, but as a philology student, it was really all I could do to keep up.

This post shall, I hope, present a couple of the more salient thoughts that I have had when reflecting on this.

Looking at it, one of the things that comes to mind is how enjoyable reading these blogs are. It’s one thing to rail against the injustice of the world and have your room mate agree with you, it’s quite another to find other people ranting about the same things. I found a sense of connectivity with those bloggers who are getting angry at the same things as I.

The other big(ger) thing is how much it has opened my eyes. After a year of reading, I am noticing more of the sexism in our system. I take greater note of the inequalities in gender portrayals in tv shows, I am quicker to notice when comedies play into the stereotypes of hegemonic heterosexuality.

Possibly the most important thing is that I’ve become a better person. By nature I’ve never been one to shy away from conflict, but there have been times at which I’ve been afraid to point out someone’s sexism or heterosexism or rape apologism because I wasn’t ready to “rock the boat”. As I’ve read more, I’ve been able to speak out more readily, and I like that.

 

-AJ

*Due to my studenthood, when I refer to years, please take the phrase academically rather than calendrically