So.
My ideas/responses to the debate about femme vs. feminist vs. fashionista go something like this:
1. Circling around in my brain is the thought that to truly move beyond oppression, I have to move beyond defining myself in opposition to the oppression.
a. That doesn't mean I shouldn't be perceptive about the intersections of the oppressor's desires and my desires. That just means I shouldn't automatically orient my own values and aesthetics and desires in opposition to the oppressor's.
b. I have been scared of walking into my Women's Studies class or into the Women's Resource Center in high heels, and have been consciously making my daily outfits with that in mind. BUT, my Women's Studies professor brought up how all of the infighting within the movement about what Real Feminism entails only serves to steal focus from more concrete actions for change. FeminismS, right? Self-defined. I already think critically about almost every single fucking action I take (hahaha self-diagnosis lolz) and I don't need a consensus to back up my decision to wear "feminine" clothes.
2..... I forgot what 2 was going to be. I'm pretty sure I covered it in the rambling-ness of 1. Maybe 2 was just going to be, all of that said, it's really fucking hard to trace where "my" values/aesthetics came from. And I can't deny that part of my aesthetics are rooted in wanting males to desire me. And maybe that's sick, or maybe that's part of my sexuality.... I can't accept feeling guilty all the time about it, though. I'm pretty anti-guilt. Not anti-accountability. But anti-guilt, definitely.
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