According to Roxane Gay, these essays were intended to display “what it’s like to move through the world as a woman”, in other words, “humanity and empathy”. Most of the essay topics weren’t directly related to gender issues, which made the already uninteresting views seem more muddled and out of place. So being a bad feminist, like Roxane Gay suggests in her essays, might be the key to easing the hostility between contending camps.īut the downside of this essay collection has over-shined its inspiring message. While “feminism” is actually widely accepted as the belief in gender equality, the existence of this stereotype harms this cause and creates a monstrous barrier between our status quo and the broken glass ceiling.
We should admit that a great number of people (who happen to be the same group undermining feminism, consisted mainly of male chauvinism advocators) think feminists are man-hating and ultra-independent women with no femininity. Of course supporting feminism is a source of pride, but not the prejudice and unsubstantiated stereotyping that follows. In the fight for gender equality, we should be shedding ourselves of stereotypical labels, yet there I was, eagerly replacing all of my old labels for a new one that read “feminist”. Prior to reading these essays, I’d considered it to be an honorable title that nonetheless causes tension in conversations (especially with middle-aged men whose stance on these gender issues seem undecided), but now I see it as less of a title and more of a label. I’ve been inspired by her first and last sections (Me and Back to Me) to view the term “feminism” in a new light. Other than its lack of innovation in analyzing social issues I consider clichés, the writing itself was pleasant to read and enlightening in the areas I’d been undereducated in. This is a collection of essays about being a “bad feminist” by cultural critic Roxane Gay.