
There are many reasons I’m not a feminist. One of those reasons is Lena Dunham.
Earlier this month, she revealed that she had a full hysterectomy due to her ongoing battle with endometriosis.
“In addition to endometrial disease,” wrote Lena, 31, “an odd hump-like protrusion and a septum running down the middle, I have retrograde bleeding, a.k.a. my period running in reverse so that my stomach is full of blood. My ovary has settled in on the muscles around the sacral nerves in my back that allow us to walk. Let’s please not even talk about my uterine lining. The only beautiful detail is that the organ—which is meant to be shaped like a light bulb—was shaped like a heart.”
Even though Lena and I disagree on just about everything in existence, I feel for her. She’s young. A full hysterectomy at that age sucks.
HOWEVER. This doesn’t change how I feel about Lena and her devotion to feminism. I think she’s a terrible example for women everywhere. Society points to her and tells me that I need to act more like that to be a good feminist.
No thanks. I’m not interested in incessantly whining about the patriarchy, and I never feel the need to post topless selfies. Like ever.
That’s right. She’s back in the saddle again.
What is the point of this? Seriously. I don’t get it. Why is posing like this a hallmark of the modern day feminist movement?
Feminists want to be known for more than their ladyparts, but they constantly post pictures of themselves CLUTCHING THEIR LADYPARTS.
I don’t get it.