FAZES: LESSER THAN 1




LESSER THAN I


    "Me, I am a feminist and I write about women experiences and the ideologies of gender-utopia.

  Is gender blindness an aim of the feminist movement, is it a worthy aim? This is a discussion for another day.

  What happens when women start being paid the same for the same jobs, when marriage and the seeming protection and ownership thereof are no longer  things women alone should aspire for  when marriage finally becomes a partnership and not a bond of ownership: where the man is seen as the driver and the woman, the car; when rape is not justified because a girl is dressed in a particular way or behaves in a particular way, when men are finally seen as not uncivilised animals and are no longer excused by being represented that way but are seen as people who can control their sexual appetites as any woman can, what happens after men have been allowed to cry more, what happens then? Would feminism still be needed?"

  When I'm done with this, one brief guy looks at me from behind his very thick glasses, his detachment from the handful of people I am talking with is intentional and cool in that familiar, assured way.
"So, what happens to men that..." And his voice trails off, I am too afraid to add anything.

  Was he about to talk about men who go through gender inequality because they're like him: cultured and everything that is considered feminine? This crowd is male.

  His pink sweater sits beautifully on a lean, healthy frame and his smell: reminiscent of somewhere I considered safe.

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