Man here. Well, boy in a man’s body.
I once felt like many of the men here. Women’s lib was over, job well done. Then my best friend started dating this self-proclaimed feminist. My friend, who’s very open minded, grew to accept a lot of, for lack of a better term, the basic tenets of the modern feminist movement.
Several years later I started using Google Reader and signed up to received my friend’s shared RSS entries. I started getting all these posts from feminist blogs (Jezebel, Feministe, etc). My initial reaction was not good – I don’t take kindly to being declared an enemy of women or even “part of the problem” when I feel like I’m a good guy.
I started debating with my friend about the merits of the movement, and while I still don’t like terms like “rape culture,” I’ve definitely come around to seeing that there is (still) a very prevalent problem with how men view and treat women. I believe the symptoms are subtle yet pervasive.
That’s about as far as I’ve gotten. My friend has been sensitive to feminist issues for probably 6 years now (he ended up breaking up with the feminist but kept reading the blogs), and even he says he can’t always tell if something is right or wrong. The feminist blogs are, in some ways, outrage machines, churning out example after example of ways men marginalize women. Mostly they’re right, sometimes they’re not, and my friend and I still debate what we consider to be the gray areas.
That’s as far as I’ve gotten. I still tend to err on the side of being a typical man. It’s hard to undo the gender stereotypes that seem not only ingrained from birth, but are backed up by what feels like an evolutionary drive to dominate at all costs. But I’m working on it.
I don’t think my generation will be the one to get it right, unfortunately. But my initial knee jerk “this is all baloney” reaction to the basic ideas present in this thread has faded. I’m posting this not to pat myself on the back or anything, but as the father of two young girls now, I want to say, don’t give up, women! I don’t want my girls to go through the same crap. Change is hard, but there’s hope, I think.