Feminism | Posted by Emma E on 08/1/2011
Why I’m Rejoining Social Justice
Social Justice Club
Oh, I’ve always been into social justice. Don’t be fooled by the title. What I mean is the social justice club at my high school.
I’m going into ninth grade at the end of the summer, and I was in social justice club for a few months in grade eight. It pissed me off, because we never DISCUSSED anything. We were always do, do, do. Go collect teddy bears for homeless children. Go collect batteries. Go decorate a corner of the lobby with “go green” messages. Which is all great, but we never really discussed the roots of social justice. The closest we came to that was when we invited the proprietor of a local battered women’s shelter to talk to the club, which was one of …
Feminism | Posted by Sarah M on 06/15/2011
Musings of a High School Feminist
yay high school
I don’t remember when I discovered feminism. I don’t remember how I got the link to a feminist blog that I started to read, or the first time I thought to myself, “I am a feminist!”
But I am so glad that it happened.
I love feminism. I love the things it’s done for me – the way it makes me feel powerful and beautiful and in control. I love the way it’s opened up my eyes to the ways that I’m missing out – and all the ways that I can get around those things.
And that’s why it’s so confusing to me why none of my friends agree with me!
Being a feminist in high school is hard. This morning, for example, I was thinking …
Feminism | Posted by Julie Z on 05/17/2011
Looking Back: Advice For Teenage Feminists
Whaddup Class of 2011?!
Technically, I am done with high school. My classes are over. My AP tests have been taken (just barely…I pity the person grading my Stats AP). I am just a few weeks and random final presentations away from the day I actually graduate. My high school experience was less than ideal (and, really, whose isn’t?) but a funny thing happens when you reach this point in time (or, at least, a funny thing is happening to me). You start to feel nostalgic and sentimental anyway.
Maybe it’s the constant stream of slide shows consisting of childhood pictures that are presented. Maybe it was the bonding our senior class experience while planning senior pranks. Maybe it was the realization, every time I talked with somebody, that, “…