Facts about Feminism | ✓

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Guy | Girl

"Ow." She heard a groan from across a hallway. Someone had knocked into a kid, sending his books flying everywhere.

 "Watch where you're going." She called after the broad-shouldered figure. Her eyes flashed with a hint of irritation at his back, even though she knew he couldn't see. She turned and kneeled down next to the kid, and started picking up his books and papers with him.

"Thanks." He said. He gave a smile that was a little bit too wide for his face, baring his teeth. If her memory served her right, his name was Sebastian, and he was in her honours English class.

She sighed, "I can't believe you just let them knock your books over without saying anything. It's really not cool what they keep doing to you."

He shrugged, shuffling his books a little in his arms. "I'm used to it." He moved to stand up, "They can't help it, you know. But I'd rather be myself than pretend to be anyone else."

She stood up along with him and peered at him closely, he was cute, really cute, with a thin face, a sharp jawline, and close cropped blonde hair. It was too bad Seb didn't bat for her team.

"Anyway," He smiled again. "Thanks for helping me. I'll see you in English."

She echoed his words. But even after he had turned the corner, she stood by her locker, thinking about how unfair it was that Seb would continue to be bullied for simply being himself.

"Hey." He appeared from beside her, leaning agains the locker next to her like all the male protanoists in those cheesy did. Emulating. She wondered how long it had taken him to practice and master that move. "You're late."

She was, she noticed, as she saw how empty the halls were. "It'll be fine," She gave a little shrug. "They usually let me off with barely a slap on the wrist."

"Right," His lips pursed, holding in amusement. "I forgot what life was like as the teacher's pet."

"Hilarious."

"Who said I was trying to be funny?" 

When she was unresponsive, he prodded her arm. "What'cha thinking?"

"About Seb."

"The skinny blonde theatre kid?" His eyebrows furrowed when she nodded. "Why are you thinking about him? You don't like him do you? You do know he'd never go for ---"

She pinched him in the arm before he could continue. "I don't like him. I just wish people in this school accepted him for who he is."

"I mean it's not like someone forced him to come out. He had to know that some people would bully him about it. If it were me, I would have just kept silent about it, at most I would tell a few friends."

"How can you say that? I figured you wouldn't understand."

"Why not?"

"Because privilege is normalized for you. You don't know what it feels like to live a day as a person of colour, a day as a woman, or a day as queer."

His nostrils flared. "I've never harassed or bullied anyone because of their identity. And now I can't even express my opinion because my privilege? This is why I hated feminism in the first place."

"That's not what I'm saying! I'm just ---"

"What, am I supposed to feel guilty? About what happens to Seb, what happens to Alicia, what happens to you? I don't owe a debt to the greater society just because of the privilege I was born with.  I don't want to feel guilty for an oppression I never took part in."

"We always talk about accepting that people can't change that they're trans or that they're gay. We should accept them as they are, no matter their sexual orientation, their race, or their gender. But sometimes people forget -  I didn't choose to be a straight, white, or male. Why can't anyone accept that?

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