feminism waves

You don’t need fashion designers when you are young. Have faith in your own bad taste. Buy the cheapest thing in your local thrift shop - the clothes that are freshly out of style with even the hippest people a few years older than you. Get on the fashion nerves of your peers, not your parents - that is the key to fashion leadership. Ill-fitting is always stylish. But be more creative - wear your clothes inside out, backward, upside down. Throw bleach in a load of colored laundry. Follow the exact opposite of the dry cleaning instructions inside the clothes that cost the most in your thrift shop. Don’t wear jewelry - stick Band-Aids on your wrists or make a necklace out of them. Wear Scotch tape on the side of your face like a bad face-lift attempt. Mismatch your shoes. Best yet, do as Mink Stole used to do: go to the thrift store the day after Halloween, when the children’s trick-or-treat costumes are on sale, buy one, and wear it as your uniform of defiance.
—  John Waters, Role Models
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PART ONE

Here’s a story for you.

Last April I co-founded a sorority with a few girls that, then, were people I loved and trusted. I never saw myself joining a sorority, but we all wanted to create an organization that gave girls like us that weren’t too keen on Greek life a sisterhood. A group that you could rely on in times of trouble. A group to have fun with. A group to share your dreams with.

In November, I was suspended for a semester because I started dating Nick–the President-at-the-time’s ex. It was written NOWHERE in the bylaws that this was not allowed, and yet I was suspended anyways, because they called it “unsisterlike conduct” after preaching to all of the pledges that the organization would never dictate who you date. This has nothing to do with third-wave feminists and I certainly don’t blame the movement for this, however, I thought it would be important to mention that there was already some conflict between me and the org.

Fast forward to a month and a half ago. Two semesters worth of new pledges had joined. New blood is always healthy in any organization. We were growing, and it appeared we were happy. I was supposed to be let back into the sorority this coming August. And then, this happened.

The first two pictures are me complaining about aspects in the third wave feminism movement. The next six are my “sisters” subtweeting me because they’re all feminists. Women that I thought were my friends. The ninth picture is the current president messaging me about a meeting.

In this meeting, I was told to delete my Twitter and everything in it or else I would be expelled from the sorority. I simply did not allow that to happen. I would not be silenced for having an opinion. So I left. And I posted the last picture to let my friends and family on Twitter know about my decision.

I’ll continue shortly in a separate post.

EDIT: Link to part two here: https://vivairi.tumblr.com/post/161402713572/part-two-but-even-after-i-left-they-didnt-stop
People need to realize that there are differences between men and women and that is okay.

A job that is male-dominated is okay.
That does not stop a female from working there.

A job that is female-dominated is okay.
That does not stop a male from working there.

If a character trait is more common in men, that is okay. That does not mean a woman can’t have that trait.

If a character trait is more common in women, that is okay. That does not mean a man can’t have that trait.