Later that night....

I've been thinking about feminism for the past week or so, and, granted, I'm not too keen on the history of all the revolutions and movements that have taken place this century, but I'm thinking those didn't work all that well.

Because I'm starting to thinking that any kind of social movement has to occur on the grassroots level. And by "grassroots level" I mean at the level of the individual. Sure, there can be solidarity and companionship amongst people going through the same "turmoil", but it's not the marches or the bra-burnings or the crazy bitches with bullhorns that get people to change, it's when they meet someone who doesn't fit into the neat little stereotype muffin pan they have drawn out in their mind. Then they have to redraw, and then they have to accommodate that new view into their daily workings.

So then I thought about all the kickass women out there working for the cause. And then I thought about how for every one of them, there are probably 10 other women who "counteract" them. For every lady engineer/firefighter/CEO kicking ass and taking names, there are 10 women who nestle themselves deep within the stereotype and shoot out a handful of babies. There's nothing wrong with having lots of babies or fitting a stereotype, but when you run to the stereotype of weak/needy/nurturing womanness because acceptance and adjustment is just easier that way, then it's a sad day.

And I still believe the world is run by men, and will be for a long time because there's still a lot of resistance to gender equality. But sometimes women ask for too much...

Damn, now I've confused myself. Bugger-nut.