My story isn’t so much an event in which it’s MFIF so I can’t do something. It’s more my fault I’m not a feminist.
I wear dresses and skirts, gloves, a corset and a small amount of jewelry. I am always well covered and am polite and courteous. I never swear unless I know the person I am talking to is okay with it (and even then not very often)and I enjoy cooking, sewing, singing and other ‘female’ hobbies and even a few chores. I sit with my legs crossed or together, back straight and my hands neatly folded in my lap, on a desk or however is most appropriate. I have no idea how to use power tools or fix things, I hate sports with a passion and dearly love medieval dress. I am slowly loosing weight, aiming for a 22″ waist while keeping my larger hips and breasts.
At the moment I’m hard pressed thinking up ‘unfeminine’ traits of mine. Oh wait, I hate children and chew gum. There. Two.
Sometimes I find myself receiving unwanted attention because I ‘am a perfect lady’ or am ‘encouraging sexism from males.’ So I should burp, slouch, take up sword fighting, swear, ditch the gloves, corset, dresses and skirts in favor of jeans and a shirt?
No. I will always stand up for another woman’s right to swear in public, wear short shorts, and/or be as ‘unladylike’ as they want.
To me feminism means letting women be men’s equal. If a man wants to wear a dress and enjoys cooking and sewing should we tell him to be more ‘manly’ and learn woodwork? No. So what’s wrong with a woman doing these things? I guess I have to change my whole being to fight for woman’s right to do as she pleases even though I don’t please to. I guess it’s #MFIF and can’t do as I please.