FYI, this is a real thing someone posted on Facebook, today.
Once, when my daughter Paula was in her twenties, she said to me that feminism was dated, that I should move on. We had a memorable fight. Feminism is dated? Yes, for privileged women like my daughter and all of us here, but not for most of our sisters in the rest of the world who are still forced into premature marriage, prostitution, forced labor. They have children that they don’t want or they can’t feed. They have no control over their bodies or their lives. They have no education and no freedom. They are raped, beaten up, and sometimes killed with impunity.
For most Western young women of today, being called a feminist is an insult. Feminism has never been sexy, but let me assure you that it never stopped me from flirting and I have seldom suffered from a lack of men. Feminism is not dead—by no means. It has evolved. If you don’t like the term, change it, for Goddess’ sake! Call it Aphrodite or Venus or Bimbo if you want. The name doesn’t matter as long as we understand what it is about and support it.