This past weekend, my husband, daughter and a group of friends and I all attended the Women's March in Los Angeles, CA. The event organizers are saying that it had over 750,000 people attend, up from an expected 80,000. It was such an inspiring thing to be a part of. HRC didn't just inspire a moment, she inspired a movement for so many women who were feeling so much, but didn't have the right opportunity or outlet to take a stand. In that way, my vote this past election season meant something so much more than I thought it did.
When you're a little girl, you don't truly understand the meaning of the word feminist. I remember being about 12 years old and seeing a shirt in a ski store that had the following words on the back: "Yeah, I'm a girl, but I'm ahead of you." I honestly just thought it was a cool shirt and being an uber-competitive person loved that it meant I was ahead of anyone. I remember my mom being so proud and purchasing it without question. Now, looking back on it I realize that: 1) My competitive spirit was fostered from a VERY young age, 2) It was legitimately a cool shirt (where is it and why do I donate everything?) and 3) Fostering feminist beliefs in all kids could not be more important, especially in this political climate where we are facing a nation that is so divided -- the implications could mean cuts to spending on important services for women.
When I was in middle school, I saw "The Vagina Monologues" and it had a profound impact on me. I went on to direct the play while I was a junior in college and my senior year I did one of the monologues. However, having a daughter brings this all into a new light for me. I want her to have the freedom of choice should she find herself in a situation that warrants a choice. I want her to be paid equal to her male counter parts. I want her to have equal opportunities in sports and academics. Most importantly, I want her to be confident, strong, sassy and an unabashed feminist.