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So me and my friends are planning to set up a Feminist Society at our uni. Cos in Exeter, no one seems to really give a shit about much but we’re sure there must be other people like us out there who, if they were given a venue for it, would have some cool ideas/views.

The original plan was to call it FemSoc.

But now there are dilemmas, such as:

1. People think it sounds feminine. Won’t it exclude guys?

2. If we’re a gender equality soc instead, it won’t look as dodgy on our CVs

3. Um.

4. No, that’s it.

So the suggestion is now The G Soc. Sounds like g spot, which is cool. But means that we would be the ‘gender equality society’.

Obviously, that’s what feminism is about. But I fear that there are two issues with this:

1. It feels like we are afraid of proclaiming what we are. I am a feminist. They are feminists. Yes, we will get shit for this, but that is no reason to hide the aim of our society.

2. We will be focusing on women in our society. Yes, we will look at how society is affecting men as well. But the focus will be women. Isn’t ‘gender equality society’ a bit misleading?

That said, ‘let’s hit the g-soc’ has a great ring to it…

Thoughts, anyone?

…if you’re sitting between two women, and they both say to you ‘feminism just doesn’t do it for me’, yelling ‘I’M SURROUNDED BY HEATHENS!’ doesn’t go down too well.

I guess some things you have to learn the hard way.

Everytime a woman says to me ‘I’m not a feminist, but…’, a little part of me dies.

Everytime a woman says to me ‘I don’t really do feminism’, a little part of me dies.

Everytime a woman says to me ‘Feminism is just manhating isn’t it, it’s not like they’ve done anything wrong’, a little part of me dies.

Everytime a woman says to me ‘oh but you’re just a humourless feminist’, a little part of me dies.

Everytime a woman says to me ‘yeah, I get feminism and everything, but I don’t really see the point’, a little part of me dies.

Everytime a woman says to me ‘why don’t they just call it humanism? THEN I’d agree’, a little part of me dies.

And yet somehow, through it all, a little part of me keeps on breathing, keeps on living, keeps on moving forward. Despite it all, that part of me never gives up.

You have to understand, sometimes it hurts. Sometimes you have to take something you love, and look again. Sometimes you have to destroy it, and sometimes it can feel like it’s destroying you. But in order to beat privilege, you have to acknowledge it. You have to see where you are lucky enough to be blind, you have to stop seeing the world in black and white and allow yourself to be stunned by the sudden harsh colours of the world.

This might be innocent to you, it might be nothing. But every time you watch a film which revolves around violence against women and you simply enjoy it, think again about how this could affect others. Everytime you see a film with silent female characters, or none whatsoever, just stop and think for a moment. Everytime you see a film with a token black person in it, or a film where the black guy is the butt of the jokes and ‘always the one to die first’, just think how that can affect other people. Everytime you see a film where everyone is middle class and heterosexual, acknowledge it.

I do not ask you to give up the pleasures in your life. I do not expect you to boycott film, I do not expect you to forgo humour. All I ask is that you look, and that you see. All I ask is that you acknowledge that yes, you ARE lucky, you ARE privileged. That something needs to be done.

I do not want to emasculate you, I do not want to scare you. I do not ‘need a man’, and I do not need to lighten up. What I need is for you to listen, just this once. The world is not as simple as you think it is. It’s not as kind as you think it is. It is time you woke up and looked around you. Things have to change.

*is dancing for Obama right now*

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