I dislike the word feminist. It makes me automatically think of some desperate, unhappy, unsexy and envious person that criticizes every female that does not cope with the way they expect her to live. There is a very unflattering German word for that kind of people but I still have the intention to watch my language the best I can.
Anyways – there are amazing strong, successful and beautiful role-models out there, that have shown that possibilities for a woman, at least in the western world, are almost endless. Seemingly no reason for complains – expect for one group of women that I count myself into – women, who openly and freely choose to be and to display themselves sensual and feminine.
I have once heard an interview of the blogger and former model Xenia Tchoumitcheva, where she explained that she dropped out of an internship in an American bank located in Switzerland because her co-workers seemingly seem not to understand that high heels do not necessarily go with low IQ.
I have worked as a model for the past 2 years and due to my relatively short height and certain body assets, I mostly work for lingerie clients. Modeling let alone is an unusual profession, but if you are also pursuing a master degree at a top-ranked business school you won‘t come across the occasional raised eyebrow. And also in terms of a private life lots of men and women cannot understand, why an educated and bright young woman would do my job or vice versa, that a lingerie model just cannot be smart.
I don’t want to use this blog to share insights for washing tips for cashmere sweaters or how to prepare eight different healthy toast options. For one, because I still do not have mentionable homemaker abilities and also because there are already amazing blogs out there. I would want rather to write about things that are of concern for my generation in a societal context.
Today I saw a picture on Instagram posted by Paul Marciano, one of the owners of Guess, of a beautiful blond girl. The caption of the post was something like: “What a beautiful face and she is only 16!“ What does not troubled me was that a 16 year old girl looked like a full grown woman (which should maybe concern me), but the comments below: A girl wrote, “Wow! I hope that is me in 6 years!“ I went on her profile, the Instagram profile of a 10 year old girl posting pictures in a manner and with an attitude comparable to any young woman age 25. Besides the fact that at least in my opinion these girls loose a real childhood by having to live up to the unrealistic expectations of our image of ideal looks, it is devastating that the industry that I work and live in creates young girls and women, who think that beauty is the only important asset needed to posses in order to be accepted and loved.
It is sort of paradox that I – who also adds her share to this shallow and dangerous female image to society – complain about it and I certainly like my job and I am thankful for many amazing memories but still – it troubles me that the social media age is developing in that direction.
But that is another topic… I am wishing for myself and I wish this for women and men in general that it becomes a matter of general acceptance that you being sexy or sensual or outgoing or everything at the same time does not mean that you are stupid, not capable or just have limited education. Gender stereotypes limit our personal freedom in so many concerns and I believe that our society has not fully evolved until the word “Feminist“ is not needed anymore as nobody would doubt that not everybody can accomplish their goals despite their sex.
There is a truly epic Ted Talk of Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, I think you are all familiar with her voice as Beyonce Knowles had inserted a few extracts from that speech into her “Flawless” song. She already gave it in 2011, but if you have not it is really worth watching on youtube
Congratulations if you read this entire entry it has become a bit longer than I have previously intended. I am really looking forward to hear how you feel about this so feel free to comment or text me.