There seems to be an expectation that when women write, it is not as the people they are, but as an exponent of a gender, a spokesperson for a cause. And I’m a little sick of it. It’s a privilege of the wealthy and stable nation I was born into that I’m even able to write about this endless navel-gazing.
Forgive me for thinking that the struggles of “women’s liberation” and second-wave feminism were about getting the vote, the right to work and equal pay for the same work at the same seniority, the choice in what clothes to wear, and all the rest. Instead, it’s become an ideological mission to create perpetual conflict between genders, to exact revenge on men, and never to let peace reign.
Since women achieved suffrage in 1894 in South Australia, the cause in Australia for equal rights has achieved monumental social change, on an unprecedented time scale. I am confident that my daughters will have equal opportunity in the workplace. There is still some work to be done, in sport for example. And the benefits of feminism are still largely enjoyed by the middle class; not nearly as much has changed for girls from working class families, who live similar lives to their own mothers.
“It’s a privilege of the wealthy and stable nation I was born into that I’m even able to write about this endless navel-gazing”