As promised I wanted to write a little review about the latest book that has taken my attention. I Call Myself a Feminist is a book of essays by 25 women under the age of 30 on what feminism means to them and how they perceive feminism along with the daily struggles they face wearing the label in every day life.
Why did I buy it? I’m under 30, I’m a feminist and I couldn’t not. I’ve been a feminist all my life I think, the truth is I’ve never really identified with a specific group. I was brought up by my parents, two strong successful individuals and part of the family business for the first 13 years of my life. I’ve always been a part of the adult world and I don’t think it’s done me any harm. Growing up I was encouraged to ask questions and learn how things work, people have generally always listened to my opinions too. I see the balance of power in my house equal and I suppose naïvely I expected my life to continue this way. Then I grew up and learnt that I was one of the lucky ones.
Each contribution to the book resonated with me in some way and I read each essay hoping for a chance to sit in the same room with them all round the dinner table. It would be the most epic of dinner parties! I want to grab a cup of coffee with Hajar, learn more about Paris’s experiences, I want to highfive Amy and give Samira a hug. Jessica has made me stop and question my own actions and Maysa has such a fantastic view of the world.
I’ve never read a book quite like this one and its made me even more of a feminist than I already was to start with. Its a book for girls of every age to read, its a book I wish I’d read as a student too. I have trawled through this book with a pack of (flower shaped) post it notes and a (pink) highlighter and one I will read again and again. It has also inspired a few posts I plan to write on Feminism so keep an eye out for those in the upcoming month or so.
Should you read it? Yes.
Next on the list: Everyday Sexism