Gamer Girl Responds
I posted this as a comment to my last post, but then I realized it silly to not just post it as its own piece. 😛
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To all who have read, commented, thought about commenting, agreed, disagreed, or perhaps are even still on the fence with their thoughts:
I want to say Thank You for reading. Thank You for commenting. Thank You for posting responses elsewhere. Thank You for being inspired to think about what was said by myself, the numerous people who took the time and emotion to comment, and those who were further inspired to post a separate piece in response.
Please do not take this all-encompassing reply as a cop-out. I have read each and every reply to this post. I feel I have mostly said my mind, and it has taken me a few days to remove myself enough from my emotions and those responses of the numerous repliers to sit down and compose a final thought.
I stand by saying that I am NOT a feminist and that I prefer myself to not be associated as such. In saying this, I am not stating disrespect, but I am stating disagreement, even disappointment. I find the ideals of feminism noble and in line with what I want for EVERY person, male and female – equality. But I seek equality in all things – sex, race, religion, preference, etc. I also disagree with some of the means to an end sought by SOME (I in no way think every feminist thinks and acts in the same exact way, because that is silly). Because in no way do I ever think it right or justified to stomp on others in effort to advance my own agenda.
Whether they realize it or not, some feminists do a disservice to their fellows. Guilt by association, for lack of a better phrase.
One recurring theme in responses, one that matches my own observations in many ways, is a fear to speak up even in the vicinity of many feminists. I find this deplorable. And yet, I should be pressured to associate myself with this?
I resent being told that I am a feminist, despite stating that I am not. My opinions do not suddenly pigeonhole me.
I can have Democratic views, without declaring myself wholly a Democrat. I can believe in the sanctity of a woman’s choice to do what she wishes with her own body, yet not claim myself pro-choice. I can appreciate and love my fellows who pursue alternative lifestyles, and not be a lesbian.
And finally, I can associate myself with male friends and colleagues without labeling myself as “one of the guys.” I detest being told that I only hang out with men to deny my own sex. Why is it impossible to believe that I hang out with guys purely because we share common ideals and interests? I cannot be both a woman and a friend to men? How does that work, or not?
I imagine this response in and amongst itself may fuel more responses, of which I ensure I will read all of. But I am done talking myself in circles on this topic, and I feel I have sufficiently said my peace.