It’s slightly hard being a female. All of a sudden the minute I can be labeled as a woman I am a “baby maker,” a sex object, I’m weak and inferior to men generally. I’ve told my grandparents “No I don’t really want to have kids” and they look at me with a look of disgust as if they’re thinking “What else are you going to do in your life?” I decided feminism was what I wanted to write about because I want people to look at women as humans not as a machine nor a sex object or something to feel pity upon. I believe and strongly know that men and women are equally as strong. As a journalist I want people to more than just understand but learn and apply in laws and in themselves that feminists don’t want to give advantages just to women but the fact that men HAVE to be this strong superior object that cannot cry or share feelings properly without being called a coward and from once in a while cannot break down. I seek this kind of change because it hurts me to see my own boyfriend or boy best friend say “I’m so sorry I’m acting so stupid” when they cry in front of me. I want them to understand that it’s okay to cry and it’s more than alright to tell me their feelings just the way I can tell them mine.