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How far back does wearing this sweatshirt set the feminist movement?

(*Then, add 10 years because I bought it myself. Add another 10 years for how much I love it. And add another 15-20 years for the fact that I made Tony come up to the deck and take photos of me in it, and told him he had to because “It’s for work!”)

I know, I should be embarrassed. (I am.)

Real talk for a minute though, just because I find this sweatshirt hilarious and I was planning to post the picture today all along, and then my latest Hello Giggles piece went up yesterday, and a lot of strangers on the internet called me anti-feminist (also, a slut, whore, bitch, and the reason 12-year-olds get pregnant and why the divorce rate is so high. I wouldn’t **** me with a 10-foot pole either, Dude from Kansas! That sounds awful! But, I digress.)

I consider myself a feminist. I’m female. I think women should get paid the same as men, and should get hired for whatever job they want and work hard for, and that photoshop is the devil, and all the other things in the manifesto that the bullies of “the movement” scream at you to get behind. I think women should be allowed to live whatever life they want to, whether it’s pursuing their dream career, never having kids, marrying their high school sweetheart and having a bunch of kids, or spending their days writing crazy shit on the internet — find your passion and go, girl! I think anyone should be allowed to marry whoever they want, because if you read this blog you know how much I love weddings and I think everyone deserves the right to the mad joy of planning a wedding. Honestly, I’m sick of the whole “feminist” conversation because we’re all humans and deserve to be treated with love, respect, and equal rights; it shouldn’t be a discussion anymore, it should be a given. And I think the most anti-feminist thing you can do is tear another woman down.

The site is called Hello GIGGLES, and I wrote the piece to be funny — I had no idea just how many people would read it, share it, and respond the way they did. It was meant to be cute and fun, not a deeper statement on the feminist movement. Just like this stupidly wonderful sweatshirt. Which I intend to wear the shit out of because I love it and can’t wait to be Tony’s wife.

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