For me. I need feminism because I don’t want to be expected to give up my last name when I get married. I need feminism because I want to experience emotions deeply and not feel that this makes me a less capable woman. I need feminism because it should be a conversation about who will stay home with the kids, not an assumption.
For others. I need feminism for my friends who don’t understand that their no really can mean no. I need feminism for my friends who are starving themselves and running themselves silly so they can look like the ideal woman. I need feminism for my friends who cannot tell their own family members about their sexual orientation and cry about it on their own instead.
For the world. I need feminism for the 60% of West African women who endure violence inflicted by their intimate partners. I need feminism for the 9/10 Afghan women who suffer physical, sexual, or psychological violence, or forced marriage, at least once in their lives. And I need feminism for the Pakistani women who are killed because they provide information about women’s rights.
