The ordinary feminist: the relationship
Equality in a relationship. I want it. My partner wants it. So why is it so damn hard?
Equality in a relationship. I want it. My partner wants it. So why is it so damn hard?
As a woman engineer, it may appear that I am striking a blow for feminism. Instead, it’s quite the opposite. I face very little sexism at work, but when it does rear its head, I find it very hard to do anything about it.
I am not a passionate activist or a bold fighter for women’s rights. Yet I still consider myself a feminist. How does that work out in my everyday life? I will explore that in this series of posts.
They say ‘Sorry seems to be the hardest word’, but, to me, ‘No’ is far harder. Why is such a small word so hard to say?
In general, Hollywood prefers violence to sex. Yet sex, undeniably, sells. Steamy scenes bring people into the cinemas – but they can also drive more conservative viewers away. Hollywood performs an awkward dance to try and keep both groups happy, which has led to quite a weird take on sex
Duckling to swan, miser to philanthropist, villain to hero. In Hollywood, it’s obvious what change is necessary, and accomplishing it is simply a matter of wanting it enough and believing in yourself. As someone who has been struggling to change herself for years, I can tell you that real life is rather different…
The emotional rollercoaster is one of the reasons we love films. Feeling our hearts beat faster as a couple lean in for their first kiss, wiping away a tear as one of them passes away in their grief-stricken partner’s arms. But how far do these emotional moments reflect our real lives? And is the Hollywood take on emotions damaging how we experience our own?
Hollywood heroes are our inspiration. Yet I never see a hero on the silver screen who resembles me. Why is that? And should I mind?
Films are not reality, we all know that. Yet influences from films sneak into our minds without us realising it, skewing how we look at the world.
When someone is a victim of crime, who is to blame? The criminal, of course. Yet, so often, we blame the victim. Why is that?