A Day Without Feminism: A Short Story

Click. Click. Click. I was holding my large bag of laundry obsessively pressing the elevator button as if that were going to make it come any faster. I decided to walk to my friend’s dorm with a large bag of laundry in my arms, because my dorm did not have air conditioning. I was burning up and annoyed when someone approached me. “Hey! You are that girl I saw earlier,” a guy said. I was clearly not in the mood, but being a first year in a completely new place trying to make new friends, I thought I would make small talk. The conversation consisted of the usual questions one gets asked as a first year on campus. He asked what dorm I lived in and what my major was. I told him I was currently undecided on a major, but I was leaning towards something to do with the medical field. “Oh, so you are gonna be a nurse?” he said. I tried to hold back the grimace that took over my face, but I do not think I did a very good job. It was not the profession that offended me; it is a wonderful profession. It was the fact that he stereotyped me. Since I appeared as a

This statement supports the fact that there are certain expectations held to each gender. In continuance, it even goes as far as to support the fact that each gender is offered certain opportunities while the other is not. Then, in “Feminist Politics,” the author says, “Even though masses of women have entered the workforce, even though many families are headed by women who are the sole breadwinners, the vision of domestic life which continues to dominate the nation’s imagination is one in which the logic of male domination is in tact, whether men are present in the home or not” (Hooks 37). This statement supports the fact that our society is ultimately dominated by males regardless of a woman’s