girls?

I am a feminist. I don't mind calling myself a girl, especially when I'm feeling playful. I'm pretty much a big kid at heart.

I'm definitely a woman too.

I'm a feminist.

I call myself a girl, especially when I'm feeling playful. Which is frequently.

I call myself a woman too. I'm far less hung up on the words themselves than the spirit in which they are offered.

My academic advisor (an older guy) has the same problem with me calling myself a 'girl'. Since I also call men 'boys' if we're friendly, I don't see the problem. 'Girl' is playful, not demeaning, as far as I am concerned.

>Aren't any of you all feminists?

I'm not. I'm more of a, ah, "humanist", and think the world would be a much better place if people would just relate as PEOPLE and stop whining so much and shut the fuck up about gender roles/identities/expectations/assumptions.

But that's just me.

Welcome to the Tribe.

allo!

croft here.

i LOVE that you responded in the spirit of concern and curiosity.

I'm sure the answer to your questions is a mixed bag of "yes, no, maybe, who knows" ...as usual, it depends how you define feminist, and how you associate and identify yourself with that movement.

and without descending in the theory or long-winded prozambulations, I'll only say I don't care either way, really...if its a tribe website, its cool, but if it was my collage professor...i'd be like "bitch, call me a WOMAN!" just kidding but u get my point.

Bio-regional Animism looks awesome. Best of luck to you in ALL things!

love
croft

I grew up on a story that my grandfather told. Years and years ago when he was a young doctor in Chicago he was putting in ridiculous hours working at the hospital. He took the train home at the end of one of these very long shifts and was tired and weary with feet that were throbbing. When he got on the train it was nearly empty but filled more and more at each stop until there were no seats left. As women boarded the gentlemen courtesly relinquished thier seats as he often did, but on this particular day he was too exhausted to stand. Shortly a woman boarded and stood in the isle nest to him casting peculiar glances in his direction. She soon said to him, "Aren't you going to offer me your seat?" He pondered for a brief moment with his feet throbbing and said:

"Well, that depends. Are you one of these modern women who support this women's liberation movement where everybody says that men and women should be treated equally?"

The woman gasped slightly and replied back "Well of coarse I support the women's movement. Women have a right to be self sufficient and hold the same degrees and earn the same wages and work. What's wrong with that! And what does it matter if I support it or not?"

My grandfather smiled synically and stated "Well then, its every man for himself. I think I'll keep my seat."


I cant attest as to weather or not I am a feminist, but every time I hear the word I think of that story from my childhood that we all loved so much because my grandfater has such a wonderful way about telling stories and told it as if he had won one over on that woman that wanted his cherished seat.

I like to be a girl sometimes, and other times I really want people to respect me as a woman. I still like doors opened for me and am flattered when someone offers me a seat on a train though I do not expect either. On the other hand, in the workplace I am competitive and dont want to be discriminated against. Guess it is all about what context for me. I have many friends that are cross gendered and can appreciate them as well as I do any of my girl or boy or woman or man friends.