Why today’s feminism ain’t my bag

In this current climate political accord and social unity, I’m given pause for thought on this movement we call feminism– specifically what it stands for me as an unremarkable, middle-age, non do-it-all Fortune 500 CEO superwoman, stay-at-home mother of two (tragic). So here goes– sharpen your daggers ladies because I have come to one indisputable, (if controversial) revelation–  deep breath– I am not a feminist. I appreciate I’m letting down the side here a bit. But before you dismiss me as some stiff n’ starchy Victorian dinosaur, hear me out. I’m certainly not poo-pooing women or our many and varied strengths, abilities and overall fabulousness- far from it. I just don’t feel the need to cleave to an ‘ism’ to know this. There’s...