Five things feminism has done for me
(a slightly belated response to a tag from Elizabeth Treadwell)

Helped me not to limit my life by making it possible for me to terminate a pregnancy when I was seventeen

Given me sense of bravado difficult to attain in non-feminist cultures and eras

Made me aware of my status as a female impersonator

Given me way more wardrobe options

Helped me rethink and rethink and rethink language

Tagged:Gary, Drew, Kasey, Stan, and Tim

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  1. Germaine Greer wrote that women were obliged to become female impersonators, i.e. inscribed with the visible codes and costumes of their gender.She wrote: “Maybe I couldn’t make it. Maybe I don’t have a pretty smile, good teeth, nice tits, long legs, a cheeky ass, a sexy voice. Maybe I don’t know how to handle men and increase my market value, so that the rewards due to the feminine will accrue to me. Then again, maybe I’m sick of the masquerade. I’m sick of pretending eternal youth. I’m sick of belying my own intelligence, my own will, my own sex. I’m sick of peering at the world through false eyelashes, so everything I see is mixed with a shadow of bought hairs; I’m sick of weighting my head with a dead mane, unable to move my neck freely, terrified of rain, of wind, of dancing too vigorously in case I sweat into my lacquered curls. I’m sick of the Powder Room. I’m sick of pretending that some fatuous male’s self-important pronouncements are the objects of my undivided attention, I’m sick of going to films and plays when someone else wants to, and sick of having no opinions of my own about either. I’m sick of being a transvestite. I refuse to be a female impersonator. I am a woman, not a castrate. “

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