On a daily basis, I have a bra on and no trace of body hair. I welcome the gesture when a gentleman opens a door for me and I've always pulled my weight in my career with no struggle.
It's not that I think there's anything wrong with feminism; I respect it. I just don't like to think it's mandatory I get onboard just because those with the same body parts say so. I don't think every issue is black and white. I don't really take finite sides in many things.
I also don't want to be persecuted and smothered with guilt suggesting I'm weakening how far women have come by those who search for battles of the sexes in the tiniest corners of the earth if I don't cry sexism with every little life struggle.
The truth is, I'm not sure I've ever faced with great hardship inequality when it comes to men versus women. Call me lucky, I guess. Even though I'm proud of the women who have fought for equal rights, in my lifetime, I can't say I've ever felt the need to get in the ring.
I think it's OK if someone chooses to be a housewife. I think it's OK to take care of your husband - granted he isn't a giant toolbag and treats you with respect. I'm very independent, but if I can find a man to do something manly for me, I'll gladly oblige.
I celebrate my body's assets knowing I may get a specific kind of attention in the way I dress. That's just me being honest. I don't lie to you guys, I like to keep this as real as I can.
But apparently there is a war to be fought.
Recently, a woman ran the London Marathon with no form of feminine protection from her monthly visitor. You know what I mean, right? Don't make me say it. OK, I guess I have to, because she ran it in order to (and I quote) "fight period shaming."
OK, I'm sorry. Is anyone else uncomfortable now?
Since when is that a thing? Have I been sleeping under a rock? I didn't know that was a fight to be taken on.
So she ran 26.2 miles just free as a bird. What great strides for women. No. I'm sorry, but it's just gross and unhygienic. Of course, the media locked its magnifying glass on the story and lauded the woman as if she refused to move to the back of the bus.
I don't get what that did for women. I don't get how one could run 26.2 miles with that going on; sheesh, I get out of sorts when I'm running and my ponytail starts falling out.
There are things that go on with everyone's bodies of which we do not need to speak. I'm fully aware the nether regions of a man have things going on I don't need to know. So, why is this a thing?
I just don't get it.
Which doesn't mean I'm right. I live in a small town. Maybe I'm sheltered.
And I guess it's implied that men are to blame for all of this. I don't get that either.
I like men. I think men are great. Trust me, I know there are slimeballs and jerks a plenty out there, but there are also intolerable women.
I'm not sure men hold me back.
If anything, I would say I use being a woman almost to an unfair advantage. Am I oppressed? No. Not really. I'm sure people may look down on my tendency to smile and bat my eyelashes to get something, but hey, sometimes that's the easier route.
I'm confident enough in my strengths and abilities that I can put them on reserve from time to time and charm my way to things I want.
I'm only being honest, because I know, with certainty, people cry oppression in order to get advantages bestowed unto victims. So, what's the difference? At least I own up to my tactics.
That being said, not being a feminist doesn't mean I don't command a level of respect. When it comes to remarks from men, I know the difference between a compliment and harassment. I can take a joke, but it sometimes it crosses into disrespect. I'm an adult. I fraternize with adults with at least half a brain. There is always a line, and trust, when that line is crossed, a person will know it.
I think we, as a society, are far too sensitive. Everyone is paranoid that everyone else is out to get them. There is too much pity, not enough grit.
In a perfect world, we would all just make it a daily practice to be nice to each other. Maybe there wouldn't be a need for so many battles. In the meantime, I guess it's best to just weed out the bad apples in your life and focus on positive people and things. Don't dwell and keep moving forward.
If you want things in life, strive for them no matter what color you are or which bathroom you enter. There's a difference between oppression and excuses. We have privilege in the country many others don't, so choose your battles and keep your focus and your strides will be great.
(Jenna Wasakoski is an assistant editor at The News-Item. Her column appears Thursdays.)