What the fuck?

This is my first post in quite a while and I admit that it is going to be more of a rant than I had at first anticipated.

First things first: I never professed to being a feminist. I took my clothes off for cash for fucks sake. HOWEVER! I’ve since come to accept that perhaps I am indeed more of a feminist than I ever expected or realised. Right now I am incredibly angry about the inequality in the world. Women do not get equal pay yet we are expected to work harder than men, who get to laze around in the office. How the fuck is that fair? At work I am being subjected to a review of my role. I was told that I am incompetent. The reason for this judgement is simply that I am a woman and therefore am incapable of doing a better job than my male counterparts. Not only am I being accused of ridiculous ideas, I am being paid less than my male colleagues. How the fuck is this fair?

I’m angry for many other reasons.  Let’s explore those.

1. I am an IT professional. I very rarely get past initial enquiries for a job: I give my name, and no information shows up. Equality my fucking arse.
2. My great (great?) Grandmother was a suffragette. She fought for the vote. So many women do not give a shit about politics and we are under represented. We will never get equality if we don’t stand up and fight.
3. Just because I am a woman demanding equality, it does not mean I cannot dress as one, similarly…
4. Just because I am a professional woman and successful, does not make me a ball-breaker or a bitch. Feminists can be nice people too, you know.

Right now, I’m realising that the only way that I can make a difference to my world, to continue the work that my Grandmothers started, I need to get off my fat arse and do something. This means setting up a home business that runs as it should: with equality and ethics. The second thing I have to do is get involved in politics. Thankfully I’ve always been somewhat involved, even when I refuse to admit it.

On a similar note, I’ve since found out that my cousin is accepting a back seat with regards to politics. Any respect I had for her is out of the window. She runs scuttling around her male colleagues. Makes me sick. No thank you.

Stand up and be counted, or don’t bother.