I studied AQA Sociology for A-Levels and am female. I honestly just chose the subject because everyone kept saying it was 'an easy subject to get an A'. In time, I came to dislike Sociology, particularly because my teacher was a radical feminist and disagreed with almost everything she stood for, but I still respected her, because at the end of the day, she really just wanted all of us to succeed and pushed us toward it. My dislike for Feminism began when I began watching Jordan Peterson, Ben Shapiro and Brett Cooper stuff (iykyk) and was really agreeing with what most of what they said. I totally loved the idea of First, second and third wave feminism, because those women truly fought for something that all women today now have because of their determination and strength, but felt alienated by the latter waves of feminism in recent years mainly because I was beginning to hate the amplification of 'woman' or 'girl' when it came to celebratory achievements when i just wanted to be celebrated for the hard work in spite of that concentration of the label. You can see why I drifted far away from recent waves of feminism.
However, when I got into university, and began to watch more of their content, I began to realise how repetitive and almost sounded in the same exact tone as the hard feminists and leftists. I became more centred when they truly began putting people against each other when I wanted more peace in the mind and in conversation. But most importantly, a milestone happened in my life when my family finally got a mortgage and began to prepare to move. Thought it would be exciting, especially during the Euros, but it was more terrible than anything I have ever experienced. My brother went to Germany for the Euros on the weekend we were supposed to move. My parents are immigrants who still have trouble navigating the internet and certain things. I experienced first-hand the life of a true adult. Ensuring my parents pay the right council tax, applying for energy, wifi, water, sorting what furniture to buy, organisation, mail redirection. Everything was on me. 19 is very young but I felt unspeakably aged.
There were lots of mistakes such as buying the wrong furniture, but the biggest one was seeking a cheap alternative of hiring a 'professional ikea builder' to help out. In the end, parts of my brother's bed were broken. I felt more disappointed at my shortsightedness rather feeling sorry for my brother. After days of unrest, the real kicker was when my brother yelled at me that I was useless, that everything was my fault that I didn't check properly. To be fair, I agree with him on the last point, but I completely lost it when he called me useless. I explained that while he was away getting drunk in Germany, I helped out our parents file everything and did everything for him and guess his response: "I pay my share of the mortgage so stfu you have no right to talk". For months I still had doubts about feminists, but at that moment, I finally understood all of the feminist sociologists from my textbook.
So many women do unpaid labour at home and do not get the same respect as a man who just works. The sad truth is that some will never receive such appreciation from their husbands, brothers or fathers. Why? Because it is expected of us to fulfill such duties anyway, and such expectations are just taken with a pinch of salt because boys and men overtime forget the love we so give to them when they are born, and with a silver spoon to their mouth. The only way to deal with these boys and men is to show them what is means for that silver spoon to be ripped away, and I gladly hope my brother gets the karma he deserves because I am still in my post-argument self where revenge is still around the corner.
But anyway, yes, I am a feminist and now proud to be one not just because of this experience, but because of growing feelings this past year. However, there are still some right-wing/traditional viewpoints I still hold, but I more centred now and feel more mature to have a more honest conversation about such matters.