Recently I was accused of not being a Feminist. And it totally pissed me off. When I first tried to write this post, I made a list of all the things I’ve done, in my life as a feminist. Mostly, what I’ve done is read about it and talk about it. Which is kinda boring. I mean it’s not boring to me, but it would be boring to you if I told you about it. And I realized that I don’t really talk about Feminism anymore. Not the way I used to. I love where I come from, and I consider Gloria Steinem, Andrea Dworkin, Alice Walker, Ani Difranco, Tori Amos, Madonna, Nikki Giovanni, Bust Magazine, Bitch Magazine and all of the other Bad Ass Chicks who’ve fought for our rights over the years my family, my history. But I don’t need to talk about it the way I used to. It’s part of my belief system. I’ve internalized it. It’s part of who I am. And feminism doesn’t negate the other parts of who I am. I love sex. And I know, as a real feminist, who’s been around for a while, there’s no reason why you can’t be a feminist and like a good fucking.
I mean, that’s kind of the point of feminism, right? Because feminism is basically about everyone agreeing that women and men are equal, while still celebrating their differences. And it’s about me, as a woman, believing that other women’s choices are OK.
I’m a feminist, and that means that whether you’re an accountant, a housewife, a daycare worker, a teacher, an executive or an Art Prostitute, I support your right to do the work you’re called to, and I will fight so that while you do that work, you are respected, and safe, and equally paid.
That’s what feminism is about. It’s not about policing the way people use words, or trying to take the fun out of sex. It’s about making sure that all women get to follow their talents.
And my talent is making sexy, irreverent, somewhat disgusting Snarky Cards. So, I hope you love this new one, where I combine I my inner belief system and my love for fucking.
th my boobs. They will crack you the fuck up.
