By Maria DiPasquale, Staff Writer, Emerson College
I’m a feminist.
You never know what reaction you’re going to get when you say this simple phrase. You hope for enthusiastic support or an accepting “duh” that makes the fact that you even needed to say it seem trivial. You dread the eye rolls and looks of disgust.
When I came to Emerson, I had already been identifying myself as a feminist for a few years. I introduced myself to my new suitemates as a feminist. I wasn’t really sure if their eyes would roll like some of my high school classmates had when my friends and I started an online feminist movement in our senior year. Coming to a liberal arts college, I had assumed they wouldn’t. To be honest, I hadn’t really cared. I was proud of being a feminist, and I felt it said a lot about me and my values with just one word.
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I’m a feminist.
You never know what reaction you’re going to get when you say this simple phrase. You hope for enthusiastic support or an accepting “duh” that makes the fact that you even needed to say it seem trivial. You dread the eye rolls and looks of disgust.
When I came to Emerson, I had already been identifying myself as a feminist for a few years. I introduced myself to my new suitemates as a feminist. I wasn’t really sure if their eyes would roll like some of my high school classmates had when my friends and I started an online feminist movement in our senior year. Coming to a liberal arts college, I had assumed they wouldn’t. To be honest, I hadn’t really cared. I was proud of being a feminist, and I felt it said a lot about me and my values with just one word.
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