My internship with CFC is ending, and I wanted to take a few moments to reflect on this semester. I like to think of my feminist beliefs and general perspective as always being in flux. They are ephemeral parts of my identity, anchored in my self-understanding and acceptance that I will never stop having questions, that there is no end goal, and that I will always remain self-critical. So, what have I learned this semester?
I have learned that being a feminist is hard. Maintaining your passion and gumption about deeply intimate themes (gender, sexuality, race) in a culture that does not value cultivating an equally complicated and extensive vocabulary in order to discuss these things, is tough.
Confronting your own privilege, not once or twice, but as a pinky-swear, forever kind of commitment, does not always feel intuitive, accessible, or powerful. But maybe that's the point.
Community matters, but it might just always leave someone out. Inclusion/exclusion sometimes feels like a balancing act of political correctness that makes me uncomfortable.
But community is also empowering (duh). And sometimes, it is the imagined communities that send me on three-hour long Internet benders reading articles and comments, that I love the most.
I have learned that there are so so so so so many wonderful, humble, dedicated people out there doing work that makes me feel both paralyzed in awe and ambitious beyond all get-out. And to them I am grateful.
Thanks MN Women's Consortium! It's been lovely.