Freedom’s Just Another Word For Nothing Left to Lose

I don’t think it would come as too big of a shock to realize that I’m a feminist.

It has struck me recently that I have realized how some men truly feel about women with interactions I’ve had within the past week or so.  While at Plan B, a guy grabbed my ass because I wouldn’t dance with him.  I of course was violated, and directly yelled at the man who would never understand the extremity of what he did wrong.

Last night, at the Brewers game, I was walking with Sam and two other guys, when a guy in a pack of four called me a slut to my face.  There was no reason for it, not that there ever should be a reason to be called a slut.

In both instances, I was fully clothed, having a good time with friends, and was in a situation where alcohol was more than likely involved on the males’ end.  Even if I were dressed a bit more racy, even if I was alone, even if I was absolutely drunk; that does not mean any of those actions are okay.  In no way is it okay to grab someone you don’t know.  It is not okay to call women sluts.  It is not okay to objectify women or to believe they are an object, not a person.

I think of the movie Mean Girls now, when Tina Fey’s character is teaching the girls all about how by calling each other sluts and hos it makes it okay for men to do that.  However, it should never be okay for a man to call a woman a bitch.  Or to be called a slut.  Or to be told they were being a tease and deserved unwanted sexual contact.  It is not okay for women to be degraded.  It is not okay for disrespect to happen.

There is not a clear solution to this problem.  Things of this nature cannot be fixed overnight.  However, there are small things to do for one another to slowly stop this problem:

Stop using derogatory words with your friends and to others.

Stand up for someone who is being bullied, sexually assaulted, or be supportive when a friend needs assistance after the fact.

Never say a woman should be called a name or touched inappropriately because of her previous actions or the way she is dressed.  No one should be treated in that way.  You don’t automatically get a job when you go to the interview dressed up and having a resume, you have to prove that you want it.  In the same way, women should not be unvalued because of the way they dress or their personal history, they still have to consent to any sexual contact.

I stand for feminist beliefs.  That women should look out for one another.  That women are not property of men.  That women possess their own bodies and should be allowed to do what they wish to their own body.  That’s what I believe, and I’m damn proud of it.

Happy is the Heart That Still Feels Big

It intrigues me exactly why my classmates want to be librarians.  For me, it was something in my blood from day one, all thanks to my mom.

My mom began working at the local library shortly before I was born.  To her, it was just a job.  She never realized the immense impact it would make on my entire family’s life.

My older sisters both worked as library pages throughout high school.  I would visit my mom and sisters at work regularly, so I could grab a new book or attend one of the children’s programs.  I envied my sisters, and couldn’t wait until it was my time to work at the library.

So I didn’t wait.  When I was young, I took over an area of my mom’s desk and made it “Missy’s Desk,” complete with a handmade sign (which my mother still has).  I would hoard all of the “cool” library materials (my obsession with Demco began at an early age) and pretend that I was a librarian.  In less than a decade, I turned fourteen and began working at the same library.  I was trained to work everywhere, and ended up working most of my time in the children’s room.  Although I loved working there, it is not the choice for me in the future.  I had my fill of poop on the bathroom walls and children wetting themselves and the parents not telling the staff.

I ended up working at the library for almost six years.  (Yes, that means that I have been working in librarianship for the past DECADE.)  It took me until the end of my sophomore year of college to realize that I wanted to be an actual librarian for the rest of my life.  (As opposed to those fake librarians?)

I started working at Lane Library right away, and Ane pretty much became a mentor and second mom to me in those two years of working there.  It was a great experience for me, and it really did help me determine that I wanted to be a librarian.  I wanted to work with technology and college students.  I wanted it all…the good, the bad, and the government documents.  I wanted to become dependent on coffee and have jokes made about how I’ll be a cat lady when I get older.  I applied to SLIS, got in, and that’s where this blog started.

However, there is so much of myself that I can look directly to my mom for at this time in my life.  Without her taking that job, I would have never considered being a librarian.  It is an odd profession to get yourself into, and I think it has been a blessing for me to go into it.  Sometimes when I do get down on myself for not enjoying graduate school too much (or thinking that I am not right for it), I think of how happy my mom was when she found out I got into Madison.  When she cried and said “congratulations” to me, I knew that she was completely proud of me.  So that’s one reason I keep going with this, is to make her even more proud of me when I stand on Bascom Hill with my diploma, waiting to sit on Abe’s lap.

It is my adorable family…and 3/4 of this photo ended up working at SC-CL.

Just Find a Place to Make Your Stand

Thank goodness tomorrow is Friday.

It’s still been a rough week, but I am pretty happy with where this weekend is going.  A few Brewers games with friends in the next few days, and I am completely excited to see some people (LESLIE!!!) that I have not been able to catch up with for a long time.

As for me, I’ve been getting into Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip…about five years too late.  As some may know, I was extremely obsessed with SNL growing up (and am even more now) and love the comedy of 30 Rock.  However, the drama that Studio 60 brings does help relate it back to my other obsession with dramatic television shows.

I am headed to bed after this episode on Netflix.  A big day tomorrow, so I need a proper nights rest.

Night night!