Feminist Autobiography
I have never looked up to, nor have I had to deal with, anyone more in my life than my sister. Growing up, we spent a lot of time together. From the moment I was born pretty much I was attached at her hip whether she wanted me there or not - I played with games and toys with her; I looked up to her; I respected her; she taught me next to everything about the world that I knew back when I was a kid, before I started school and growing up more on my own. Once I got to the point of having the ability to actually find myself and craft an identity, she had also been going through such a stage, a bit farther along than I was due to her being older. She was my guiding force in the building of my identity. During her search for identity, my sister found much of her place of solace in feminism which resulted in her adopting and subsequently became a firm believer and annoyingly vocal supporter of the movement, preaching the messages and beliefs of it constantly. My sister’s feminist ideology would most likely align with how Remigiusz Rosicki described it in his piece about gender, feminism, and society, “Public Sphere and Private Sphere - Masculinity and Femininity.” “Feminism assumes that socio-biological approaches strengthen the stereotypical division between gender roles, hence the
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She has always been very vocal about how stupid she thinks it is that men are so terribly concerned with how masculine they appear to others. No one cares more about a person’s masculinity than themself. I know who I am; I know that my sex is male and I identify as a boy; I don’t need to prove myself to anyone. People in society hyperbolize the importance on the masculinity in a man; this just ends up making people care way more about how they appear to others than caring about embracing who they actually are. I know that I don’t need to concern myself with such things thanks to my
She has always been very vocal about how stupid she thinks it is that men are so terribly concerned with how masculine they appear to others. No one cares more about a person’s masculinity than themself. I know who I am; I know that my sex is male and I identify as a boy; I don’t need to prove myself to anyone. People in society hyperbolize the importance on the masculinity in a man; this just ends up making people care way more about how they appear to others than caring about embracing who they actually are. I know that I don’t need to concern myself with such things thanks to my