Fear and Trepidation

I promised myself that I would, having committed to the blog thing, post regularly. The problem is that sometimes theres not enough happening to make a worthwhile post, hence this paragraph of pointless wittering.

I'm cross, though. I'm a feminist; not a burn your bra, wear dungarees type feminist, but one who feels I and all of my gender have a perfect right to dress, and act, in any way please, just like men do. And to be respected for who I am, not judged for how I dress or what I do.

Therefore it pains me deeply when smug, self righteous women sit in judgement and make holy pronouncements about exactly how I should act, and define what kind of feeble minded slut I must be if I choose to act differently.

I'm used to abuse from men; I expect it, because society still sees low-level background sexism as perfectly acceptable. It's a sad part of our society. All one can do is call them on it as it occurs, and try to put them straight, making the world a better place one mind at a time.

I'm unfortunately also used to, and greatly saddened by, sexism from women who seem to hate the idea of another woman getting ideas above her station, or making lifestyle choices that are 'unladylike' or behaving - horror of horrors - in the way that a man might do.

What chance do we stand?