Since we’re on the topic of Hugo Schwyzer, let’s talk about the F-word.
People define the word “feminism” in a thousand different ways. You can equate it to the 1960’s as you burn your bra in your tub in the hopes that you won’t burn down the entire building while you do so. You can look back at literature and find a model there, too, to which you can follow. Or you can disregard all of it, roll your eyes and stereotype it in ways that will free you from caring. You can do whatever you like, but as long as you’re aware that’s at least something.
In the simplest of terms, Merriam-Webster defines feminism as:
1. : the theory of the political, economic, and social equality of the sexes
2. : organized activity on behalf of women’s rights and interests
By that right there, I have to imagine that those, even those who do not regard themselves as such, have to take notice and declare themselves feminists after all.
But after you define yourself, could you date someone who’s more feminist than you? What if it was a man who was more feminist? What if your partner were less? Is this something on which we should all be equal or is there wiggle room for one to be more than another?