The most confusing thing about being a woman in this world is constantly having to fight for what you need. Not even want, but what you need. It’s constantly having to negotiate the space between loud and soft, while being unable to see where your feet land as you’re going. It is so odd to be told to speak only to have your voice snatched from the very place it is supposed to be housed.
In this age of myriad or inter sectional feminism, we have the privilege to look at what the strata of women outside of our experiences, outside of our presentation and outside of our comfort. We see how we are able how, just how, we present our own privilege, and oppress and ignore others. In the going and exploration of life, we have to have the social imagination to stretch the simple truths we have or should have made about humanity, found in the first two lines of my favorite book, THE GREAT GATSBY:
In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice that I’ve been turning over in my mind ever since.
“Whenever you feel like criticizing any one,” he told me, “just remember that all the people in this world haven’t had the advantages that you’ve had.”
It is not my job as a woman, to hinder another woman, whom has walked a different or more treacherous road to become a woman, and oppress her because I don’t think she is the right type of woman.