When people think of me, they immediately think of my feminism. I guess I should blame it on the way I was raised. My mother is a domestic violence counselor, and being a feminist herself, she has passed down all her wisdom to me. To understand this, you would have to learn about my mom. She is NOT your typical housewife. She's loud, flambuoyant, obnoxious, stubborn, and probably the most feminist person out there, besides me, of course. But I am more like my mother than anyone may realize. When I was in kindergarten, all of my friends obsessed over the fairytales. They dreamed of being locked away in a tower and having their Prince Charming come to their rescue. I would have just forgotten about the prince, kicked my capturer's butt, and climbed down the tower myself. At least I would have some dignity.
You cannot really blame the dependent little girls themselves for the way they are, though. It's all society's fault. For centuries, women were always looked upon as inferior beings with an IQ of a sloth. They were trapped inside their homes, stuck in a never-ending routine of children, dinner, and laundry. The husband would come home from a long day of work, expect dinner to be on the table, and lay around the house while the wife vacuumed around their lazyness. DISGUSTING. But what really makes me the most sick is the way these women have let this happen for so long. I just want to scream at them and say, "THEY ARE LYING TO YOU. YOU ACTUALLY HAVE A BRAIN. USE IT!"
But I guess I'm lucky. I mean, it's hard to be a hard-core feminist all by yourself. I have my mother. She has taught me absolutely everything, and without her, I would be the girl that stays up all night, planning the details of her dream wedding and the name of her first child. Thank God I have some sense of freedom. Because I love being able to stay up all night and plan the amazing life that I actually WANT to live.
