自耕．酪梨

To discuss and write something meaningful in terms of feminism might as well take me seven days and nights, but there is every likelihood that I give the thought up before reaching midway out of my jottings, if any. The lack of confidence haunts me still, even after so many years of English learning/teaching. I should thus start now or never.

Feminism as an agenda hasn't yet been deviated from my mind. Feminists now proclaim that this has officially become an issue not as far-out as before, when at one time it was majorly concerned and correlated with gender equality. Feminists are ready to center on the inner states - spiritual perfectionism in my case - of women, instead of women's stance among patriarchal society, though it is still being dealt with in areas such as Middle East, some parts in Africa and Asia. The old authority-over-bodies-like talks aren't among my concerns for now (not that I don't care for it of course). I do had a feeling of "detachment from my authentic self" and am sensing a terrible urge to please quite recently. And boy what a stun. I certainly don't deem it an obligation to stand up for what female activists do to help preach feminism; it's just something I held before I found out it agreed to feminists' appeal. But when I lost it, panic, panic, panic, that's all I could think of - all these years of "spiritual apathy" that I've been going through... And it relates to Feminism because? I was affected and overwhelmed by some intensive, LOVE. Women-power gets weaken somehow (Yes again, in my own case). What will those people say then about this, I wonder?

Excuse me for I'm giving it a sloppy close. No more feminism talk for a bedtime story.