Kara, we just got this super nice email about 90s womanhood from a hot chick born in 1990, making her almost young enough to be our daughter (gah!). She says:
As a member of ‘Generation Y’ (aka Generation Y Bother/ Y Care/ Y Don’t You Understand That I’m Entitled), and as someone who wasn’t born until the year 1990, I’ll admit that upon first encountering your 90swoman blog, I brushed over it, not making an effort to build a connection between myself (the 90s girl, technically) and a woman who, as the ’90swoman’ title suggests, is from a generation that I was too young to understand, who fought very different battles to me, against enemies who were probably dead already. I mean, how could I have related to a woman whose girl power ideologies had long been expired on the shelf of modern civilization? After all, I wasn’t even a feminist.
And as a non-feminist, I found myself, soon after, wondering why I was angry with my body for not being a size 2.
As a non-feminist, I found myself frustrated that menstruation is still taboo.
As a non-feminist, I found myself shaving my legs and armpits, a ritual I’ve been devoted to since puberty, and realized that I’d never once questioned the practice.
And finally, as a non-feminist, I returned to your blog. And then officially converted.
Thank you both so much for doing what you’re doing. I’ve come to realize, and learn, that there are so many issues we feminists still need to focus on and help others understand. My generation, often seemingly sedate, appears to have dropped the ball on feminism, but I have a sneaking suspicion many of them are feminists without realizing it, as I was.
And she sent over a life-size couture gown she adorned with tampons and pads that she dyed red. It’s called “Period Piece”. The next generation of feminists is doing just fine.