My fiancee is a dedicated feminist.
When we first met, I thought I was a feminist.
Here are the biggest lessons she’s schooled me on.
Men are allowed to (and in fact, should) have other emotions besides anger.
I can’t say that I wasn’t, in some ways, similar.
My fiancee taught me that anger isn’t the only option.
She taught me that the world and its problems are multi-dimensional and that one-dimensional responses are inadequate.
I can be sad.
I can show glee.
I can use the word glee and not feel ashamed!
As a couple, we don’thaveto adhere to stereotypes.
She deals with moldy food (I am nauseous just thinking about it) and bugs.
I vacuum, dust, and take bubble baths.
It is straight up gender anarchy in our house!
Seriously though, we each have our strengths and weaknesses and we don’t let gender determine them.
It makes for a lot less resentment.
Women are as tough as men, maybe more.
Don’t ever tell my fiancee that she can’t do something.
Oh, and women push little humans out of their vaginas.
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Just because you’re a guy, you don’t have to act tough.
Sometimes I’m tough, sometimes I’m not.
My body, my choice.
How fierce would the backlash be if men started telling other men what to do?
Oh, that’s right, we have a word for that: War.
Being male affords me a lot of privilege.
My partner and I have similar professions and the similarity in occupation makes for some very telling comparisons.
And though it may seem trivial, it’s a symptom of a much more malignant problem.
Despite our identical professional positions, my partner isn’t afforded equal courtesy simply because she’s a woman.
My partner’s gender puts her at a disadvantage.
Both sexes are governed by a complex set of oppressive gender roles that do harm on both sides.
Sexual assault isn’t something that happens to other people.
I had always assumed that my fiancee had never been harassed or assaulted.
I said as much to her one afternoon.
I’m an idiot.
I appreciate my mom even more than ever.
and her Nurse Practitioner’s license before practicing at a nursing home.
Oh, and she was a nursing instructor at Michigan State University at the same time.
I love you mom!
We are in a partnership, not a relationship.
We depend on each other equally.
We are the Key and Peele of romantic unions.
And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
