On Feminism: Me For She

We’ve come a long way, but the fight is far from over.

- Miguel Escobar

I love women. I absolutely, irrevocably, unquestionably love women, and I always will. Make no mistake: I’m declaring that as a heterosexual male, yes, but also as a mother’s son, an aunt’s nephew, a grandmother’s grandson, and, well, a woman’s man. I’ve learned from women, I’ve worked for women (in fact, all my bosses and most of the people I’ve worked with have been women), and I’ve voted for women. I also think I get along better with women than with other men, and would estimate that I have more female friends than male friends (which could be the case for any number of reasons, but humor me).

Women comprise something significant in all our lives, if only for the fact that none of us would even exist without them, but also because over the century, society has grown to accept—albeit gradually and incompletely—the great error in being unfair to the fairer sex. Women have always been just as capable, intelligent, and strong as men; I believe we’ve improved in our acknowledgement of that. More women can achieve more of anything they want to do today than they could five or six decades ago; more women are safe and represented—and we’re all better for it. I, an educated, upper-middle class male millennial in a Westernized third-world country, am better for it.