I Didn’t Think I Was A Feminist

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By Laura Mitchell-­Ghafoor

I didn’t used to be a feminist. Or at least, identify as a feminist. I used to say, “Feminism? Not my cup of tea, thanks.” I had an argument once about how celebrities arguing over trivial things and labelling it as feminism diluted their argument and that was why I wasn’t a feminist; like equality could be compared to squash mixed with too much water at a barbecue in summer. I wasn’t militant. I wasn’t born in the days when women couldn’t have jobs, and right then, there were more pressing issues, thank you very much.

Only – and it’s been difficult to say this in the past, although the more you say it the slightly easier it becomes- I was entirely wrong.

Yes, I am a feminist.

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What The Chicago Women’s March Taught Me

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By Megan Kramer

When I first heard about the Women’s March in Washington, D.C., that would follow the inauguration of Donald Trump, I was determined to join. It felt like the first real action I could take to potentially make a difference—an action that would fly in the face of the sexist, racist, divisive rhetoric coming from Trump and his cabinet.

I booked a plane ticket from Chicago and made lodging plans that wouldn’t break the bank, but, unfortunately, those lodging plans fell through at the last minute. Unable to find another affordable and safe option in time, I decided I would go to the Chicago Women’s March instead. I was disappointed I wouldn’t make it to D.C., but little did I know that marching in Chicago would turn out to be even more inspiring. Continue reading