While the world should certainly have respect for feminism, I’d like to see feminism have a little more respect for chaos and ambiguity.
The worst part about writing everything you’re about to read has been the ever-present thought, Please God, do not let Women Against Feminism think that I am even remotely on their side. I will never, ever, be “against feminism” – whatever that means. But I’d like to have a chat about it, a moment to engage in a little womansplaining.
My issues with an ascendant strain of feminism—wherein attacks and likes and tweets and retweets are substitutes for thought, and actually reading what someone wrote—did not begin with The Fault in Our Stars, but it’s a good place to start. Back in June, Slate published a piece about adults reading books meant for kids, making the case that we should read more sophisticated, age-appropriate material. Three days later, Medium published a response entitled “Why Criticizing Young Adult Fiction is Sexist.” If irritation were fatal, I’d have perished where I sat.
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