To get back into the spirit of the original OP, I think sexism is alive and well today, but it depends on where you are/who you are. In other words, I’ve noticed (and maybe I just watch too much TV) that the hyper-religious in this country - as in many others - are more likely to feel that women belong in the home and should be quiet and modest. But there’s also the other end of the spectrum where women are “wasting” themselves if they’re SAHMs. However, in the mainstream (which is sorely underrepresented in politics), sexism doesn’t seem quite as rampant.
But it goes both ways. As many people have noted, men are often as subject to sexism now as women. Many men are depicted as affable buffoons on sitcoms and commercials, good for nothing more than carrying heavy things, killing creatures large and small and providing comic relief.
I am absolutely for equality between the sexes. But I, too, hesitate to call myself feminist because of its connotations. I certainly want to have just as much choice in my life as my husband does - and I do. However, I am female and my husband is male. On the surface, that shouldn’t make a difference. And by and large it doesn’t. But there are certain things that make me not necessarily less equal in our relationship, but very different.
I can’t wipe out my culture and I can’t wipe out the fact that traditionally women are considered the homemakers - whether they have a job or not - and therefore are often raised to be more experienced in other areas than men are and vice versa.
Additionally, and more importantly, I gave birth to our son, not my husband. I nursed my son, not my husband. Because of that, our child sees me as his primary caregiver and source of comfort. That’s true for a lot of moms. And while it’s on the one hand very flattering, it also means that I and a lot of moms have a different responsibility to my son at this time than my husband does. That means that whether I want to or not, if I want my son to be happy and comfortable until he’s old enough to be more comfortable in his own independence, I have to take on a more traditional role when I get home from work. That’s not bad, but it’s a different (sometimes almost crushing) responsibility that my husband doesn’t have. And it’s not because my husband’s lazy - my son just doesn’t need him the same way he needs me now.
That’s the problem I have with the connotations of the term “feminist.” For a lot of people, the term implies a certain freedom - freedom to climb at work, freedom to let someone else do the cooking, cleaning, and freedom from childrearing. It’s freedom to be certain, but parts of it - the “shaking the kids off my skirts” part - is not the type of freedom I want to be associated with. My current situation and the situation of many others may on the surface seem unequal, but it’s also a result of hundreds of thousands of years of evolution and it just is. The choice to have a child was just as much my choice as it was my husband’s, so I feel we’re equal - but different - partners.