What really got me worst-thinking about feminism, that is, how to define it, dear worst-reader, was the 2008 election. I was watching a news podcast or some youtube video where women were being interviewed at the beach about the upcoming election. Indeed, dear worst-reader, asking bikini ladies about Hillary Clinton while soaking up the sun is a wondrous venue for armchair prognosticators. And. Yes. I wanted Hillary in 2008! Nomatter. I couldn’t believe the response by most of the beach bunnies. In short, they all hated Hillary Clinton. A few of them even called her a bitch. Spring forward. With recent release of a new Annie Lennox album and subsequent promotion of that album, thoughts once again of what feminism exactly is are stirred in my worst-mind. This seems to happen a lot whenever I witness examples of how the system has blinded and manipulated so many, including the author of the article below. Luckily, I’ve long since come to a conclusion, albeit I do not consider it etched in stone. And so, here is my worst-definition of feminism. Please forgive me if it is a bit winded and, of course, one-sided. First, feminism is more than a movement about equal rights. Not unlike the variants that make up political ideologies, feminism is (should be) part of a/our/the political equation (and I hope someday that it will be), yet it is not. With that in mind, the cat-fight nature of how some women perceive feminism is truly daunting. But I’m drifting. Feminism is (should be) about women defining themselves devoid of patriarchal influence. In other words, it is easy to see who and what defines a performer such as Beyoncé. The money grabbing superficiality of bright lights and shaking torsos where limited creativity is easily superimposed with a sellable formula has long since proven to function. Just ask Madonna. Yet the subtle gesture of an offering, an offering of talent and creativity that is devoid of roles or physical gesticulations, yet still stands up to the scrutiny of artistry, well, Vive la Annie Lennox. It is shameful that in a world where half of our species must be shrouded in cloth, beaten into submission, subjected to the whims of male brutality, refused reproductive rights and controlled by misconstrued patriarchy, that women in a anyway try to defend behaviour that is obviously defined by men. Wow. Rant on.
Feminists can twerk too: What Annie Lennox misunderstands about Beyoncé – Salon.com.