Bad Feminist by Roxane Gay

Recently, I joined a long distance book club and I wasn’t quite sure what to expect. And, to be honest, I forgot about it until a college friend messaged me for my address so she could send it to me. And finding out that Bad Feminist was the book, I was excited, but nervous. I’ve always wanted to read it but I hadn’t gotten around to buying it yet.

This book is riveting, but not in the way you might thing. It’s riveting because it makes sense. And it hits home. It reminds you what it’s like to be a woman today and how so many of us are still struggling with the feminist label-especially with such a media storm of building it into something it just plain isn’t.

I recently saw something on Facebook that said “Equality is about giving everyone an equal chance, not equal results”. And that took me by surprise because we’re so used to hearing equality being “we want this, this, and this because they have that, that, and that” when it seems to come down to just having a chance to get there, to get those same results given you put in the work. And Bad Feminist  reminds us that we all sometimes stumble about, especially in the realm of equality.

What I think I liked most about this book though is more than just the fact that it’s compelling or relatable or puts my struggles into words. I liked the fact that it catered to the person who struggles with feminism but agrees with most every facet of it. It breaks it down into something basic and understandable. It makes it an actual concrete ideal rather than some abstract idea you can’t quite wrap your head around.

Everyone should pick this book up as it really should be required reading. It’s not the most spellbinding. It’s heartwrenching, infomative, and makes you think-a lot. And it’s not an easy read. But I rather think that’s what makes this book so important.

4.9/5

Favourite Quote: I embrace the label of bad feminist because I am human. I am messy. I’m not trying to be an example. I am not trying to be perfect….I am just trying-trying to support what I believe in, trying to do some good in this world with my writing while also being myself: a woman who loves pink and likes to get freaky and sometimes dances her ass off to music to music she knows, she knows, is terrible for women and who sometimes plays dumb with repairmen because it’s just easier to let them feel macho than it is to stand on the moral high ground. 

Just because you survive something doesn’t mean you’re strong.

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