What is a “happy feminist moment” and how can these trickles of inspiration help us in our journey of social justice?
My first ‘happy feminist moment’ began in the confines of my Barbie duplex. My Barbies had the highest paying jobs, the safest pregnancies, and the most loving partners. They were my getaway from the adult world; a world that I could control with my own imaginative narratives of feminism (before I knew what the movement meant!) My Barbies shared a world where women were not only at a equal center with my male Barbies, but as a democratically free system where material belongings didn’t matter, gender boundaries didn’t exist (confession: I had an over abundance of female Barbies, so sexuality was forced to be fluid!), and everyone had a home, even if they had to settle for sleeping in the hot pink Barbie car.