We Should All Be Feminists

More fem-pop-lite, but an easily devour-able 48 page pamphlet from Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie is better than slogging through the hundreds of pages of Spinster‘s fem-pop-lite. I liked how she started with a personal story about Okoloma, a childhood friend who died in a plane crash, the first to call her a feminist. “It was not a compliment. I could tell from his tone – the same tone with which a person would say, ‘You’re a supporter of terrorism.'” She gets much advice in her journey, having to deflect people who say women who are unhappy are feminists (calling herself a Happy Feminist, then a Happy African Feminist, Happy African Feminist Who Does Not Hate Men, and finally Happy African Feminist Who Does Not Hate Men And Who Likes To Wear Lip Gloss And High Heels For Herself And Not For Men).
She calls for us to raise both daughters and sons differently, not to stifle the humanity of boys, allow them to be afraid, weak, vulnerable. The worst thing we do to males is leaving them with such fragile egos, this the source of much of the world’s ills methinks.