I definitely think of myself as a feminist. It isn’t a dirty word. I believe in women’s empowerment. I believe a woman has the right to speak her mind and stand up for what she believes in, without a man putting her down, or questioning her. I believe women can run empires, build bridges, race cars, play sports. I believe women are more than the clothes they wear, or the whether or not they choose to wear makeup. I believe women are more than their bodies, more than what meets the eye.
It’s 2014, women can be house wives, and care takers, just as much as they can be working moms, run for office or serve in wars. To each her own, is how it should be. And yet there is still an heir of sexism out there. The age old tale that a woman’s place is in the kitchen or at home with the kids is a load of crap. And any man who actually thinks that, should be ashamed and clearly doesn’t value the women in his life, ie: his own mother, sister, grandmother, aunt, cousin, etc. If you can disrespect one woman’s values, you disrespect us all.
Rosie the Riveter…
A “cultural icon of the United States, representing the American women who worked in factories during World War II, many of whom produced munitions and war supplies.These women sometimes took entirely new jobs replacing the male workers who were in the military. “Rosie the Riveter” is commonly used as a symbol of feminism and women’s economic power,” (Wikipedia).
I’ve always been intrigued by this iconic poster, but I never fully knew what it stood for. So I thought I’d check in on it, and rally in it’s true support of feminism. We are girls, young ladies, young women. We are strong. Our bodies are designed to endure things that the male species couldn’t even comprehend; we give birth to new life. We are fighters. We are women. And we will be heard.
*I do not own any images used.*