Warning: This piece contains spoilers from The Handmaid’s Tale TV series.
My partner is lying across the couch, taking up all the room. I wriggle into my spot, sitting upright with the warm crown of his head cradled on my chest.
My arm are wrapped around his chest as we settle in to watch The Handmaid’s Tale. Here, in our cosy, private space, we are safe. We feel safe.
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But the world I’m seeing on screen reminds me that this safety has never been guaranteed. In the wrong place at the wrong time, our homely picture would look very different.
The very act of us being “together” is political.
I first read Margaret Atwood’s 1985 novel quite a few years ago, and it had a major impact on me.
As a male feminist (can we start ditching the “male” tag on feminist yet?), I was chilled to the bone by Atwood’s vision of a future society that hits “delete” on the hard-won rights of women. A system that would reduce and enslave my sister, my friends and my colleagues to their fertility status.