Lloyd Sheridan @snowdenfairy ?active 10 months, 2 weeks ago
So, about a year ago I came back to feminism. I had been raised by a feminist mother, but it wasn’t a movement I could relate to as I grew up. I used to look at the diversity and gender makeup of any image I was given of kids, but as I turned into a petulant teenager, this seemed juvenile, and petty. I protested in middle and high school, but mainly that was about sweat shop labor and the forming of the WTO. I thought of getting into feminism as selfish, like if I was fighting for my own rights, that didn’t count as activism. In college, my political actions got even smaller. Mainly I made sure not to go to chains, and to get locally sourced organic food when I could afford it.
This is not to say that either of those causes is small, but my involvement in both was. I was at the periphery, always terrified that some one would ask me about my liberal creds. Then, about a year ago, while interning for an arts organization run by two women, I took out the book on tape ”Big Girls Don’t Cry” by Rebecca Traister from my the Enoch Pratt, my local library. I devoured it thirstily, and then, when I was done, listened to it again with the same rapt attention.
I laughed and cried all at the same time. Not long after finishing it for the first time, I came here, to Feministing. For me, it was like coming home for the first time. I became a woman obsessed. I consumed as much material as I could, I’m amazed I finished my project of creating a mentor program for young theatrelings. Then came the anger, the realization that I had been manipulated, and had let it happening into dropping a cause that is so close to me.
I am now working for a state delegate. I never would have done that a year ago, it just wouldn’t have occurred to me that I had the chops, or that I could enjoy it. Feminism is hardly my only cause, but it is by far the one closest to my heart.