And if you don’t believe me, you’ve never been a married woman who kept her family name. I have had students hold that up as proof of my “sexism.”
My own brother told me that he could never marry a woman who kept her name because “everyone would know who ruled that relationship.” Perfect equality – my husband keeps his name and I keep mine – is held as a statement of superiority on my part."
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When Worlds Collide: Fandom and Male Privilege. (via seaofbadstories)
Also the study where they had women and men talking in a discussion and when women spoke around 30% of the time, men perceived them as dominating the discussion. They didn’t consider it “equal” until something like 5-10% of women talking.
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Voila. A beautiful example of why fighting for equality becomes a gross exaggeration in the eyes of the oppressors.
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Holy fuck. That took the words right out of my mouth.
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Why Nic and I aren’t married is a hue topic of discussion amongst my acquaintances, for some reason. I get asked a lot of questions about it, and when I say that if we did I would not only keep my own last name, but either all offspring would have hyphenated last names or boys would have Nic’s and girls would have mind (although that’s slightly problematic because it assumes my children would identify with their sex at birth and I don’t want to put that kind of pressure on children)—anyway, when I at this people stare at me slack-jawed, eyes glazed over, and then usually say something about me being “a crazy feminazi.”
No. False. That would only be equal. That would only be me refusing to participate in traditions which erase the woman’s contribution to history, even on as small as scale as genealogy. That’s not the woman dominating anything, that’s the woman demanding fair consideration.
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