— unpredictable thoughts

I just fin­ished read­ing A Fem­i­nist Till I Die by Arshia Sat­tar
It is a strange thing to be old enough to remem­ber when there was a woman’s move­ment. Not lit­tle undu­la­tions but a wave that rose and washed down on my generation.

Read­ing the words of Arshia Sat­tar made my heart beat faster. It helped me te real­ize that I too will be a fem­i­nist till I die. How can I be any­thing else. When “many men want to believe that fem­i­nism has lived its life, that it’s had its day, that women really need to move on—either because we’ve got all we were ask­ing for or because we’re never really going to get it anyway.”

I am a prod­uct of the sec­ond wave.

What then of the third wave? Will it find sol­i­dar­ity with my gen­er­a­tion while remain­ing dynamic and respond­ing to new cir­cum­stances? I will hap­pily be swept up into the third wave just call on me. I will hear my sisters.