Anti-feminism

“The more I have spoken about feminism, the more I have realized that fighting for women’s rights has too often become synonymous with man-hating.” – Emma Watson
Although there are various definitions in regards to the word feminism, one is most common: the advocacy of women’s rights on the basis of the equality of the sexes. Therefore, anti-feminism is just the opposite; it is a belief in which men and women are not created equal and their social expectations evolve from simple biological truths. Not only do women expect equality, yet grow frustrated when compared to male, but they also approach inequality issues by solely focusing on the wrongs of one of the genders. With social media being the platform for all controversial discussions, there are various issues in regards to feminist taking away the rights of men in order to benefit their potential rights. Issues like abortion, by not letting men have an input on the choice, custody rights, where women are more ‘fit’ just because they have the status as a mother, and even false accusations of rape, in which women destroy a man’s life in order to claim an event where their rights as a women were ‘taken away’, which in fact never happened. Therefore, the question then becomes: why are women making feminism a fight for superiority, rather than for equality?
A concept: women do not empower women, men do rather. With abortion being a mainstream topic that commonly divides the two political stances of left and right, feminism has taken the controversial topic and formed it to be a choice only a woman should be able to make. A recent study published in the journal Public Health found that “most men carry the pain of abortion for years” and “as a male you are expected to be strong, yet abortion encourages him to act without concern of the innocent and destroy any identifiable and undesirable outcomes of his sexual decision making.” While feminist would argue that abortion should only be chosen by the female — due to the sole reason of it not being the male’s body— an anti-feminist would argue that there shouldn’t be a choice at all. With the understanding that an anti-feminist believes in giving men the credibility they deserve, the act of going against God’s word— a man in which created all— would be hypocritical. The second chapter of the first book of the bible, Genesis, states “Then the Lord God made a woman from the rib he had taken out of the man, and he brought her to the man.” To claim that a man should not have a say in the choice to perform an abortion, would be to also say that a woman never needed the strength of a man; a woman’s body has never been solely her own. God created woman from man, for man. A women’s strength is reflected off of the expectations of the dominance of a man’s power. However, The Washington Post states that “a lot of feminist rhetoric today does cross the line from attacks on sexism into attacks on men, with a strong focus on personal behavior.” Therefore, women struggle to find their power when solely focusing on the importance of their own gender; men empower women.
The father’s rights movement is a movement whose members are primarily interested in issues related to family law, including child custody and child support that affects fathers and their children. Members assert that too often the courts presume that a mother should have primary custody of a child— some are too easily influenced by false claims of abuse. Not only does this movement conflict court rooms, it also troubles mothers— who claim to be feminist— by not letting their gender solely win the custody battle. Andrew Jones, a 46 year old technician in North Carolina, faced a divorce in 2014 and struggled deeply with custody over his two kids. The attorney, he said, “kind of gave me the feeling that she hates men. That all men are dogs and men don’t want to be in their child’s lives.” In the same article covering Jones’ story, it states that “In many cases, judges still consider a woman the more neutral caretaker, a stubborn holdover from the decades in which mothers only worked at home.” According to recent studies made by Census, eighty-two percent of mothers have primary custody of their children, compared to twenty-nine percent of man. These statistics not only reveal the inequality among genders, but it also emphasizes scenarios in which women are not always the ones facing inequality issues. While feminist would argue that there are only a few instances where men are treated unfairly compared to women, an anti-feminist would counterclaim with the idea of quantity over quality.
Due to the strong pursuit of feminism and its members, men now do not possess several distinct rights that women do: one of those rights being protection form sexual victimization. The Rape, Abuse and Incest National Network reports that ninety percent of rape victims are female, yet the other 10 percent that are male are disregarded. However, male rape victims are not the only cases that are disregarded; false accusations of rape made by women are also ignored and not punished. Feminist insist on joining movements: they feel as though their voices become stronger when a community is formed. However, when are the truths ignored, and the aspiration to be a part of something idolized? The #MeToo movement is a movement against sexual harassment and sexual assault, giving people a sense of the magnitude of the problem. Although
there are many cases in which women have broken down a boundary of secrets when finally speaking upon their awful experience, there are several instances where women have falsely accused men of sexual wrongdoing and have yet to face consequences because of it. News headlines grasped onto the Baylor Star, Shawn Oakman, when found not guilty of sexual assault against a Baylor graduate student on Friday, March 1st, 2019. The women accused Oakman of rape on the night of April 3, 2016, yet due to the lack of evidence found he was acquitted by jurors in Waco’s 19th State District Court. Oakman states, “But it was never about me. It was about everybody who was around me. They slandered my name, they fired my coach. I felt like all that was on me.” This case not only shows how one woman’s need for community— her pursuit to be a part of something— can destroy a man’s life, but it also reveals just how impactful one’s gender can influence the beliefs of society. Feminist need to face consequences when wrongfully accusing those who simply empower over them; as a women, power will always be above.
While feminist argue that their movement is benefiting the way of life for the next generation, an anti-feminist would like to argue that the next generation should use the power of a man to their advantage. By solely focusing on one gender, and slandering the name of the other, society is no longer able to be equal, yet face more inequality rather. Issues like abortion, custody battles, and false accusations, are only a few examples of how feminism, and the empowerment of women, is negatively affecting today’s society. Anti-feminism is a belief in which men and women are not created equal and their social expectations evolve from simple biological truths; there is a genetic make-up in all humans, in which prove that men withhold more power and strength than women. God did not mistakenly take Adam’s rib to form Eve; he preformed this act with the sole purpose of empowering women with men.

 

An Open Letter to the Game of Soccer

A thank you to the sport that has raised me

At just three years old, I was running around with a ball at my feet; a time in which practices consisted of learning how to simply pass a ball. Back then, I never imagined how big of an impact the game of soccer would have upon my life, but you were my first love. With now having to walk away from you— the game who has shaped me into who I am today— I am forced to be nothing but grateful. As I took the field for my final time on October 23, I want to thank you for everything you have taught me.

Thank you for teaching me all that I need to know about commitment. Two-hour practices. Eighty-minute games. Five days a week. Four seasons a year. I willingly let you consume my life. I can’t lie and say that I never hated you, because that’s all I did my sophomore year of high school. However, your lesson of resilience came into play & I fell in love with the game once again. Thank you for never letting me let go and give up.

Thank you for making me discern the importance of hard work. For it is from you that I learned to always give one-hundred percent and finish what I started in all things. Whether it is in regards to soccer or not, my efforts on and off the field have came from your doing.

Thank you for my strenuous relationship with my father. Never did I think that was going to be something I’m grateful for, but you let me love him again; you are the one who has given me the confidence to fight for myself & his unconditional love. I will forever cherish his requirements of success, for it is he who pushed me to be the player I am today. Not only have you given me an understanding of acceptance, but you have also shown me that it doesn’t come from performance. It’s unfortunate that it took me fourteen years to realize that he was on my side.

Thank you for my teammates. As some left clubs, others quit, and a majority of them branched off to various high schools four years ago, I am forever grateful for the roster you blessed me with throughout my high school career. From team dinners, to Strongsville weekend, to collecting the fourteen Ordems— I wouldn’t trade this team for the world. We celebrated together when celebration was due, we cried together when adversity hit us dead in the face, we laughed together until six packs began to form, & we cheered one another on until the game- winning goal was in existence. You have no longer given me teammates, but instead my forever sisters.

But most of all, thank you for the best years of my life. The celebrations, the friendships, the practices, the coaches, the wins, the loses, and every little thing in between. I can never thank you enough for giving me the childhood one could only dream of having. I had the time of my life chasing a ball around a field and not a day will go by where I don’t miss it. With goodbyes being celebrations of new beginnings, I am beyond excited to see what my future holds (for the first time in my life), without you.

Once an Indian, Always an Indian.

For the last time,

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The Best of Me Came From Water

Considering that I learned how to kick a ball before I ever thought to walk, my life rapidly succumbed to soccer. I grew up traveling across the country to play tournament after tournament. Weekdays reserved for two hours of practice each night and weekends reserved for games. Throughout my years of playing, a relationship with my father grew as close as sardines. Being a “daddy’s girl” is something I learned to love— until his gracious gift of love became conditional. I began to only receive love from my father if I performed up to his expectations. I began to view myself as a glass half empty rather than a glass half full. Some would say that I was pessimistic; I would have to disagree and refer to myself as a realist. My teachings of love kept reminding me that it only deserved existence if you deserved it— that became my perception. I had to earn the love I received. Therefore, if I played poorly I didn’t receive his love until I earned it back the next game. I lost my passion; I no longer wanted to pursue soccer.

As years went on with his disgust in my performance and the overwhelming, devastating feeling that consumed me, I sought passion elsewhere. Needless to say, I fell short of finding one. But on March 25, 2018, I gave myself to Christ; my father baptized me. I had chosen to forgive my father for his crime of theft towards my perception of love and passion for soccer. It’s nearly unexplainable, but you become the glass entirely full. Within these moments, life slows down. When first brought into the water, you feel as though you have caved into an icicle. The water is bitter. You’re asked to sit down, hold your nose, and answer the following two questions, “Do you repent of your sins and acknowledge your need of a savior?” and “Do you accept Jesus Christ as your Lord and savior?” After repeating the answer “I do” twice, you are showered with the words “I baptize you in the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit!” It is at this moment when your breathe stops. Life is still. All is calm. Your soul is cleansed. When brought back above, roars of nothing but praise overwhelm your sense of hearing; you are born again. For the first time in five years, I willingly forgave father. I had found my passion in the one place where I forgot to look: my heavenly father. My quest for reassurance by my father was needed no more; I learned to love myself for nothing more than of who I am and who God created me to be.

Looking back, my twelve year old self would’ve never thought I’d lose my passion for soccer only to gain it back five years later— but it happened. I grew. I learned things that would’ve never approached me if it weren’t for my father’s doings. I learned that the past deserves to only be mentioned when referring to growth, that patience is a choice and must never be looked over, reassurance comes from within, and God will always be in providence when it comes to all things- especially unconditional love. I found the greatest version of myself through trials of hardship. No longer will I soak in sorrow, but rejoice in the chosen pathways of what is to come, created by God.

I was able to share my story with the help of this writing workshop, enjoying every sentence of it. I am now walking away with a better understanding of the effects a personal narrative can have on the writer throughout writing their piece. I learned more about myself than I hadn’t acknowledged before; four seconds of being submerged gave me forgiveness: something I questioned if I’d ever give again.

An Open Letter to my Fellow Bloggers

hello! i’m so glad you found your way over to my blog- class project or not, journaling is my favorite! as for my other favorites go: i love pineapples on pizza, any dog is my very best friend, & top-down jeep car rides will always have my heart. growing up, i was never one to be classified as shy; i introduced myself to everyone whom i crossed paths with and sought out any chance i got to make new friends. after finding my outlet of journaling- an act in which soon let me find myself in personal thoughts, rather than outward expressions- i began to thrive. whilst looking for perfection in all things, i sometimes struggled to find the words i wanted- with this, i learned patience. i learned that not everything is going to unfold into your preferred direction, sometimes you have to give a little to get a little, and-most importantly-perfection will never arrive, progress will. i am beyond excited to soon share my writing with y’all!498EB594-D713-41EB-A563-C976E7F04676.jpeg