Here at The FBomb, we certainly do our part in defining what feminism means to teens today. While we’re still trying to figure out what our effect on feminism will be, the one thing we’re certain of is that despite our appreciation for the first and second waves of feminism, we are a wave unto ourselves – the third wave. It’s important that we develop our own voices and our own community, but bonds of sisterhood that span generations are equally as vital.
Amy Richards, writer (she wrote the AWESOME Manifesta: Young Women, Feminism and the Future), activist and co-founder of the Third Wave Foundation, understands this. The Third Wave Foundation is a “feminist, activist foundation that works nationally to support young women and transgender youth ages 15-30…working …
I was wondering why, starting on about Thursday, my Facebook friends were posting words like “black,” “hot pink,” and “beige” as their statuses. Then I got the mass message: “Cancer awareness: Write the color of your bra in your status. Just the color, nothing else. And send this on to ONLY girls, no men …. It will be neat to see if this will spread the wings of cancer awareness. It will be fun to see how long it takes before the men will wonder why all the girls have a color in their status.”
I started to sneak a peek under my own shirt, but then the radical feminist analysis of the message ran through my head. Let’s break this message down.
Born in Atlanta, Georgia, Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., graduated from Morehouse College (B.A., 1948), Crozer Theological Seminary (B.D., 1951), and Boston University (Ph.D., 1955). The son of the pastor of the Ebenezer Baptist Church in Atlanta, King was ordained in 1947 and became (1954) minister of a Baptist church in Montgomery, Ala. He led the black boycott (1955-56) of segregated city bus lines and in 1956 gained a major victory and prestige as a civil-rights leader when Montgomery buses began to operate on a desegregated basis.
Born to a working class family in Dublin, Ireland, Izibor admits she didn’t grow up in a musical household. “My mother raised five kids on her own, so there wasn’t much time to buy records – it wasn’t that kind of home. I found myself fancying music at about 13.” Once the love for musicians like Stevie Wonder, Candi Staton, and Roberta Flack took hold, she was smitten for good. “One door opened to the next – first I discovered Marvin Gaye, and then Otis Redding, and I just fell in love with soul music.”
At the age of 15, Izibor won a prestigious national performance competition, the “2FM Song Contest.” At 17, she started work on her debut album, taking the time to really hone her songs. Let The …
I am a young wife. I’ve been married for almost a year now and I am not quite 23. I love my husband more than I possibly ever imagined I could, but his views toward women make me gag. I work between 30- 60 hours a week at a respectable job with a respectable income. He is currently working on a “project” that brings in zero income. And I don’t mind that, I knew when I married him that his career was unstable, but I at least figured that he would do more than sit on his butt playing video games all day.
As the wife, he expects me to run the entire household, which includes everything from laundry to cooking daily meals. Now mind you if he has the …
Men weren’t really the enemy – they were fellow victims suffering from an outmoded masculine mystique that made them feel unnecessarily inadequate when there were no bears to kill. – Betty Friedan, the Feminine Mystique
It wasn’t until very recently that I realized how blind I was to gender stereotyping — on the masculine side of things. We hear so much about feminism and women’s liberation… but what about out fellow sufferers?
My father was really the one that opened my eyes. He’s been out of work for the larger part of the recession, and thus home a lot more with Mom and I. Most of the time he seems to pace around like a caged animal, as if he doesn’t know what to do with himself. It drives mom and …
Transcript: Once upon a time, men wore the pants, and wore them well. Women rarely had to open doors and little old ladies never crossed the street alone. Men took charge because that’s what they did. But somewhere along the way, the world decided it no longer needed men. Disco by disco, latte by foamy non-fat latte, men were stripped of their khakis and left stranded on the road between boyhood and androgyny. But today, there are questions our genderless society has no answers for. The world sits idly by as cities crumble, children misbehave and those little old ladies remain on one side of the street. For the first time since bad guys, we need heroes. We need grown-ups. We need men to put down the plastic fork, step …
Yesterday was Human Trafficking Awareness Day. While my timing with this one is obviously impeccable, doesn’t change the seriousness of this issue. Please visit The Council of Daughters to learn more.
