I discovered a dirty word over summer. A word that’s seemingly so offensive that it’s thus far gotten me into more trouble than the time when I asked, “Mummy, what’s a cu-“ at the age of 8. The word in question? Feminist.
I’ll be honest. I’d been a closet feminist for some time before eventually joining writer Caitlin Moran’s army of strident feminists. I enjoy having the vote and “control over my vagina”. But I also know that there are other issues that need discussing: equal pay, abortion, the way society treats lesbians, how we react towards rape victims – hell, the way my fellow feminists are portrayed. We can’t leave it to Lady GaGa and her questionable sexuality to promote our views. Continue reading