Feminist Novels & Stories

😂 His job is apparently to stand there, nod enthusiastically, and say, “Whatever you want, my queen.” And God forbid he makes a decision Gianna doesn’t like. Suddenly I’m the devil for giving a fictional MAN a personality. 😭😭 Honestly, prayers for their husbands, boyfriends, and future husbands. May they be strong. May they survive. May they remember they are also human beings with opinions. 😂🙏 And before someone inevitably misunderstands me: I’m a hardcore feminist in real life. I actively advocate for women’s rights, equality, women having their own choices, careers, independence, safety, and the freedom to live their lives however the hell they want.

"I'm being entirely serious." Phiona stopped laughing, leaning her forearms heavily on the desk as she looked us up and down with pure, unadulterated contempt. "Listen to me, Kelsey. Girls like you and your little roommate circle aren't feminists. You're literally the reason feminism has to exist. You're just a couple of wannabe, hyper-visual Barbies who spend three hours on your hair just to go to a lecture, and you'd do absolutely anything to get a varsity athlete into your pants. This group is for women who actually do the work, not girls who want an I*******m photo-op. Move along."

She just wanted to waste some time. The boss smirked, "I don't love feminist women! I would kill every feminist woman on the earth." Jenny didn't know what the hell he was saying. She shouted, "What? What the f*ck you just said?" The boss took a deep breath and shouted, "Yes, I just said the truth. I would not let any woman who thinks that she could run home alone. I won't spare that woman at any cost." Jenny frowned, "But why?"

Not only were feminist newspapers founded, expressing their opinions, but also other projects such as a medical and pharmaceutical service, a free vaccination program for children, and a cooperative workshop for seamstresses were established. Whereas Enfantin made women central to human emancipation because of her special nature, Flora Tristan, an avid feminist, exalted woman because of her unique role within the family. Despite her emphasis on women's domestic influence, however, Tristan didn’t envision limiting women's role to the family.

She sighed, then said, “I finally came back to Smythe last year, to be closer to her. But things have been so busy at the university, I’ve barely seen her since I started teaching.” “Women’s Studies, right?” He kept his eyes on the road as he steered around a low-hanging branch from one of the forest trees, then slid her a wry grin. “What exactly is that, anyway?” “We study the role of feminism in modern society, looking at social paradigms and how they relate to women, with a focus on how women are objectified and subjugated by men.” “Sounds intense,” he remarked, making a mental note never to let his sister within twenty feet of this woman.

Honestly, the comments on some of these forums is just appalling. "Wit, there's more unhinged insanity," Stuart interjected. "Get a load of this doozy from YouTuber AngryIncel237: (Of course the stuck-up bitch had to use her vagina to get ahead instead of hard work and talent like a real man. Feminism and the decline of traditional gender roles are ruining society. This is what happens when you let women have power!) Diane's brow furrowed in disbelief. "I can't even begin to unpack the misogyny and idiocy in that statement. These people need serious help.”

I whisper. “What? Do you think that because we are lesbians, that we have not studied the male species? They are all cut from the same pattern, so it is not difficult to know them. They are predictable.” “That comment is a bit feminine.” I shot her a hard look. “I do not approve of what you have said at all.” "Feminine my balls, which I don't have. Now everything is supposed to be macho, misogynistic, feminist or feminine. Shit! Have to extrapolate everything.”

“You think when Margaret Sanger and Molly Dewson, Rose Schneiderman and Mary McLeod Bethune fought for gender equality, not only right to vote or right to speech comes, right to deserve punishment just like men aligns too. Isn’t that all those people say that women are strong? Which means that blonde doctor, whatever her name is, she is strong enough to face that same shit she throws on others. And doc….” I raised my palm to stop him, “Margaret Sanger, Molly Dewson, Rose Schee…. and what? Do you know them? What did they do? Are they your friends?” I was so sure they are some prominent people, who maybe fought for women, and Alexander’s business circle contains all kind of reformists.

I exhale, a sharp, disgusted sound. Women are predictable. They either want to be worshipped or rescued. Never satisfied, and too loyal to their emotions to ever be rational. Fools. I fasten the belt around my waist and stand up, crumpling a paper tightly in my palm. Feminism, my ass. More like emotional blackmail with a better PR. I walk to the glass wall, the only thing around me is the furious pulse in my own ears until my phone buzzes in my palm. I glance at the screen. Mark.

“And now you’re here, you should be grateful I was a slut.” “Look, Nathaniel said he’s hitting heavy this summer, so I have to use everything I can. Even my body.” “Don’t you want to get far on hardwork and merit?” Joy asked. “Hm…take forever to get somewhere because I’m a woman and let Nathaniel win…or fast track that by being super hot and in the process beat Nathaniel. Hard choice but I gotta go with the latter.” I shrugged. “Well, Mom you were alive long enough to witness the death of feminism, how does it feel?”