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July 2, 2020

My tryst with feminism...

I and my three sisters are the best of friends. Between us, our genders have never mattered. I am not ashamed of saying we 3 are quite staunch feminists. Not feminazis, mind you. Feminists.
Or rather, we are advocates of equity, to put it in a term bereft of gender. Penning this doesn't make me any less of a man.
Feminism is not about building walls between families. It is all about setting boundaries.
Feminism is not about hating men. It's equally empowering to men, as it is to women.
Feminism is not about the bad daughter in law. It is about making a daughter in law feel welcome and safe.
Feminism is not about divorce. It is all about the option to exit with your head held high, if that's the only way to escape toxicity.
Feminism is not about power being surrendered to the female. It's about recognising that she has a choice to choose.
Feminism is not about loss of morals. It's actually about having a moral high ground.
Feminism is not about females. It's all about treating humans as equal humans. Its about people - men, women and children.
Feminism is not about shirking responsibilities. It's rather about letting people know that there's a right to choose and also consequences with the choices we make.
Feminism is not about the mother in law. It is rather about making people realise why she needs feminism the most, sometimes more than the daughter in law.
Feminism isn't about patriarchy. It's only about oppressive dominance vested in one party.
Feminism is not about female domination. It's about not letting anyone dominate.
Finally, feminism isn't at all about females alone. It's about humans. It's about treating humans well and fairly. Feminism is, humanism.
The sooner we realise this, the better it will be.
PS: I love my pink turban.

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