Originally, I was going to write a blog post about the latest on the fashion weeks. Because I enjoy fashion; not because I am a girl and that is what girls like. I like fashion because I feel it can express what words can't.
However, I feel like talking about something other that Dior or Armani or oh-mi-gosh the Versace! And that is feminism. 

You may have got washed up in the wave of the Emma Watson UN speech or possibly the back fire of an ignorant misogynistic man's Youtube video; but I want to explain why I am a Feminist. Although it shouldn't need justifying, I feeling like merely claiming that as a characteristic of myself suggests I am a man-loathing, socially unaccepted, cosmetic reject. I'm not. 

I am a Feminist.

I was always tall for my age. And until about 11 I thought that being tall was fine. What was wrong with it really? I didn't notice that people were short or tall or little or large. Male or female. I didn't have socially inflicted catagories.
You were you, and to be honest, little else mattered. Especially something that you can do little to change. I mean, I can't make myself shorter; maybe you can't make yourself taller. There shouldn't be a problem.
But at 11, my (short) dance teacher who I had visually outgrown mockingly told me that 'At least a boy will never be shorter than me', insinuating I'd need some luck to find one taller than me.
For years this was haunting. I grew envious of the girls who were shorter. In my mind, shorter = prettier. My confidence hit rock bottom and, to be quite honest, I blame sexism. 

A sexist society teaches that unless you look a certain way, behave a certain way; you are worthless. 
A man should be the dominant counterpart, and the woman merely a shadow. It's hard for a shorter man to shadow a taller woman.
 I can't imagine it being too reassuring for a man either; if you weren't athletic, tall and handsome. 

It took me five years to realize I don't have to prep myself for a man.
To realize I am not worthless if I don't have one.
To realize what the real problem was.

The problem isn't being too tall, too small, too big, too thin, too smart, too stupid, too perfect, or too ugly.
 The problem was the social constructs we live in.
The problem lay in the inequality of gender. 

Women can be strong without a male backbone.
We can be anything we want to be.

Now, I am a feminist.
And I want gender equality.

I don't want my little sisters to grow up thinking that they can never be or do something because they are a woman.
I don't want my little sisters to grow up and feel how I felt at 11; not good enough because they don't fit in to how a woman should be.
I don't want my little sisters to be subject to sexual harassment, then be accused of provoking that torture rather than persecuting the person behind. 

We are not girls or boys. 
Okay, biologically we're different.
But, biologically, we're all human.

The Breakfast Club

To begin this little coffee date (you have got your chosen beverage, right? No? Go get one please!) I'd like to apologize for being partially late to the party.
That's a metaphor.
The Party is a symbol my life. I am generally late to my 'life'. I literally haven't done anything fun or recreational in about two weeks and I've finally made room. Let us rejoice.

Now then, one of the reasons I've had no time is Sixth Form. A Levels are harder and more time consuming than I'd first thought — but other than that I've made friends. Well, like two, but still that grammatically requires the plural 'friends' whilst making me sound very slightly more popular. One of these lovely ladies, who may or may not be the nicest and loveliest person ever, loaned me The Breakfast Club.

If you know me in person you'd know I am an avid eighties movie fan. If you bring me a classic eighties movie and pizza we will be friends for ever. I'm that easy. And I literally thought this would be 'just another movie' that I thought was 'really good.' And it was really good. In fact, it was phenomenally good. But it left a lasting impression.

The whole movie revolves around these five teenagers stuck in detention on a saturday. Each of them couldn't be more different. Their was the brain, the criminal, the athlete, the princess and the basket case. All of which you could probably fit in, or relate to people at your school. At first they hate each other. They have nothing in common and priorities differ. But as the day drags they get to understand the other worlds and see that the lines are blurred when it comes to being the bad boy or social outcast; the sporty scholar or academic scholar. Despite the friendships made, they still feel that society is too strict for them to fall out of line and be friends out of The Breakfast Club.
That is sad.

What does it say about society that if a movie based 30 years ago is still applicable today?

It says that society hasn't changed half as much as we think it has.
It says that we still think people deserve to be labelled.
It says that we are unable to changed the constructs in place. The constructs that make us label ourselves. I mean, the most terrifying thing is it's almost a microcosm for the Divergent Universe. And, well, Divergent is a little more scary.

What I'm actually trying to say, is that we really need to start thinking about the society we live in and what we're putting into society. To make sure we aren't the ones laughing at someone because they don't belong, or they're trying too hard. To make sure we aren't constantly looking up to those who are 'popular' and remember we're all humans. Despite the amount of Facebook friends one has.

I hope this makes sense.
I doubt it did.
But my coffee has been drunk. So bye.