“My own definition of a feminist is a man or a woman who says, ‘Yes, there’s a problem with gender as it is today and we must fix it, we must do better.’ All of us, women and men, must do better.” – Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie
I went into this book with high expectations (maybe I should start lowering them a bit…). I’ve been on intrigued by the topic of feminism recently – I’m currently in the middle of Bad Feminist and have recently started listening to the “Call Your Girlfriend” podcast – so I was eager to see what Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie had to add to the conversation. And while I realize it’s hard to fit much of anything into a mere 52 pages, it left me feeling a bit empty.
I agree that in many ways this subject is tired. Put it to bed already! Right? But unfortunately we can’t do that. Until feminism is no longer a dirty word, until women make the same dollar that men do, until women are addressed when entering a restaurant, there’s still work to do. There’s still a conversation to be had.
Sadly, I think it’s a bit idyllic to believe that all we have to do to get what we want is to go out and get it. If it were that simple we wouldn’t be having this discussion. Maybe it’s the conversation itself that has to change, or the very framework itself. I certainly don’t have the answers, but we have to find them somehow because there’s still work to be done. There’s still changes to be made in how women are viewed, treated, raised. And whether we’re bored with it or not, we can’t abandon ship now.