I was a teenage misogynist. I looked down on girls who wore short skirts and tank tops, because “Don’t they know they look like skanks?” I sneered at the ‘popular girls,’ and the cheerleaders always trying to get attention from the boys (and probably drinking and gasp, having sex). I nodded and agreed wholeheartedly when my friend mused about how stupid it was to have sex before marriage (“After all, he’ll probably just leave you”). I went with my church group to nail blue and pink crosses on the hillside, and thought about how sad it was that all these poor unborn babies had to die.
I was raised in a misogynistic culture, and I absorbed those values, as they were taught to me implicity and explicitly. This blog isn’t about great and enlightened I am now that I’m older– because God knows I’ve got a long way to go, and certainly in five or ten years I’ll look back on my 23-year-old self and cringe. But this blog is about how, even if one is raised with the outdated, sexist ideals that we all are, it’s still possible to grow beyond those and change your way of thinking. You just have to sit back and listen.
I Was a Teenage Misogynist by Melissa S. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.