Feminism

Oh, boy. If I thought male-domination was something I had to conquer before, then this class was certainly giving me a run for my hard-earned money. I was standing in the middle of the high-school gym, running my fingers over my skirt and hoping there were no wrinkles. It was my first JROTC uniform inspection. Throughout the swarm of green uniforms all standing in perfect formation, I was the only one wearing a skirt and the only one with tiny feet. Out of thirty cadets, I was the only girl. I won't lie, it was a terrifying process being drilled on our knowledge and having our uniforms examined by our instructor who was over-zealously searching for any and all errors. I had studied my heart out and had let none of my fellow male cadets help me, even if every single one had (eagerly) offered. I would sink or swim, but either way, I was doing it on my own. My uniform was nearly immaculate, just one small error, but my knowledge was perfect. I flawlessly answered each of the inspectors questions while the boys around me gave the generic "I don't know" response. I felt entirely proud of myself. Miss Independent. So, even if they razzed me about being the only skirt and called me "Little Foot" for a month because of my tiny shoe size, I had done it by myself. But, I think the greatest thing of all was that they were still there to catch me if I fell.

So, the above being my scene involving aspects of feminism, the following will be the reflection on Will Baker's Feminism. I found the piece to be very well-written, short and clever. Aspects of feminism don't need to involve educated woman at political rallies or hard-core, engrained beliefs, but can be as simple as girls doing things on their own, like Montana. She has no idea what feminism is, nor will she understand it for several years to come, but the attitude that she doens't always need assistance bolsters her feministic qualities and creates a witty story to boot.