As readers of my blog will already know, I am a feminist with a 
capital F. I get angry about patriarchy, Vagenda is more or less my 
go-to guide for life, and woe betide anyone who dare suggest I should be
 doing anything in the kitchen that does involve a microwave or pasta. 
However,
 although I'm the first to dive into a feminist scrap, I've noticed 
lately a certain wave of what I like to term 'judgmental feminism.' 
Now
 I'm undeniably a girly girl. I'm rarely seen in jeans, I love Made in 
Chelsea, and I've got enough barely-walkable-in heels to put Lady Gaga 
to shame. Does this mean I don't advocate sexual equality? Of course 
not. Yet more often than once I've had my Mum role her eyes at my 
occasionally questionable TV choices and ask 'I thought you were supposed to be a feminist...'
Here's
 the thing people seem to be missing: feminism is about choice and self 
respect. Yes, I quite enjoy watching Take Me Out, but it doesn't mean 
I'm planning to strap a light to me and bleat 'No Likey, No Lighty!' at 
unsuspecting men on nights out, and it certainly doesn't mean I'm going 
to judge way other women might want to seek a partner in a fun, albeit 
slightly questionable way.
This wouldn't be concerning me so much
 were it not for recent debate concerning wonderful advocate of women's 
rights Caitlin Moran.
The beauty of Moran's funny and intelligent
 book 'How to be a Woman' is that it does exactly the opposite of what 
it says on the tin. In the least judgmental way possible it doesn't tell
 you a thing about how to be a woman. It shares Moran's hilarious 
experiences of adulthood, with the message which I believe encapsulates 
feminism in its truest sense: being a woman is about being exactly who 
you want to be without feeling that society wants you to be any other 
way because of your gender. Want to have a baby? Do it. Don't want to? 
Then don't, and don't let anyone make you feel like you should. Never 
feel like having a bikini wax is normal and expected, but equally, never
 say no if it's what you want. 
Although not exactly 
groundbreaking, Moran's bought her fundamental philosophy "a) Do you 
have a vagina? and b) Do you want to be in charge of it? If you said 
'yes' to both, then congratulations! You're a feminist”
  to women scared off feminism by incredibly misplaced modern 
conceptions of feminists as quinoa munching, braless cat-ladies. Moran 
acknowledges that some of us need a gentle reminder that if you don't 
want to be "giving birth on the kitchen floor - biting down on a wooden 
spoon, so as
 not to disturb the men’s card game - before going back to quick-liming 
the dunny" you ARE a feminist.
However, unfortunately, there 
seems to be a great deal of judgmental feminism being angrily directed 
at Moran. Snobbily termed as a book rebranding feminism for the 'wag 
generation' by reviewers, How to be a Woman attracted a review which 
particularly drew my attention by Meghan Murphy. 
http://rabble.ca/books/reviews/2013/01/trouble-me-me-me-feminism-review-vagina-and-how-be-woman 
'It's
 not all about you!' Murphy smugly states before launching into a rant 
which, oddly, seems to be all about her. Slamming Moran's beliefs on 
pornography (pro, but needing changes in order to wipe out the often 
patriarchal nature of it) Murphy declares that this is an almost 
unbelievable oversimplification. Murphy seems to be pretty firm about 
her opinion that pornography is WRONG and that altered or not, it isn't 
something feminists should be enjoying.
Admittedly, I realise 
pornography can be a problematic area. Yes it can be partriarchal and 
yes some of it is anti-women. And of course I would never encourage 
anyone to support an industry which represents the objectification of 
women to be a normal thing. However, there is also pornography out there
 which does not do this, and if a woman enjoys something which allows 
her to explore her sexuality, and everyone involved is a consenting 
adult, what's the problem?
Unfortunately, Murphy seems to have 
missed the major point of Moran's opinions, and the bottom line of 
feminism in general. It's about the right to choose, and nobody (that 
includes you Murphy) has the right to tell a woman what she can and 
can't do when it comes to her body and her sexual choices. Would anyone 
be shocked if a male journalist said that they think pornography's OK? 
Of course not! 
In fact, in a 2011 GQ article, a male writer admitted to 
loving female hating hardcore pornography made by a pornographer 
convicted of obscenity charges. Yes, he admitted to feeling shame at his 
pleasure, but also gleefully discusses pornography depicting men having sex with unconsenting sleeping women, adding: "Sleeping-girl porn was almost peaceful; she's having a nap. She's catching a few z's. Heck—she's Sleeping Beauty!"
http://www.gq.com/news-politics/mens-lives/201111/hardcore-porn-obsession-morality-shalom-auslander
Furthermore, despite his admission that he knew enjoying this type of porn warrants a slight notion of guilt, GQ failed to include this in their marketing of the piece, adding the by-line: "Threesomes, fishnets, dirty talk—those are 
the vanilla sorts of fantasies we admit to. Then there's the truly 
filthy porn we actually watch when we're alone. Shalom Auslander 
discovers that everyone has his guiltiest pleasure." Interesting that Murphy slams Moran yet has nothing to say about the male perspective. Feminism? I think not.
People are forgetting the true meaning of feminism. Distracted by angry feminist stereotypes or constructing an archetypal woman that anyone who defines themselves as feminists is supposed to be, Moran's critics are forgetting one very important thing: tell a woman how she should think and act and you're no better than the patriarchy that got us here in the first place.
So let's all take a leaf out of Moran's wonderful book. Be yourself, and don't let anyone, especially judgmental feminist, tell you any different.

 
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