This post deals with sexual assault and might be triggering for some readers.
I am a white, middle class, university educated feminist. Am I fighting for my fundamental human rights or the equal opportunity to participate in capitalism? I think I’ve lost my way.
In my life, and for many of the women I know, feminism and corporate success are inextricably linked.
I am inundated with blog posts by “boss ladies” and event invitations from female-focussed business groups.
I am told to “create, evolve, overcome” by The Female CEO.
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My well-intentioned mother tells me that if I can’t find the fortitude to battle through day after day of deadlines and client meetings, I’m quite simply, “not a survivor”.
Despite my exhausted tone, she will proceed to congratulate me on a 70-hour work week and then segue into some chit chat about dieting.
I don’t know when, and I don’t know how, but I have changed.
I was seventeen when Julia Gillard delivered her historic takedown of Tony Abbott.
She opened my eyes and filled me with rage.
I was in my first year of law school at the ANU when I came face to face with the behemoth; a college of former private school students seemingly determined to popularise rape culture and annihilate all opposition to it.
After a night out, we would walk home via what was colloquially referred to as “Rape Oval” and we were nonchalantly informed about Rockspidering.
Rockspidering is the practice of knocking on a younger female resident’s door while she is sleeping and assaulting her on the basis that her unlocking of said door was an invitation. All for a good laugh of course. I was furious.
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