Just being a woman doesn’t make me a feminist.
Just being pregnant doesn’t make me annoyed by your pregnancy comments.
(Just being a homeschooler doesn’t make me annoyed by your homeschool comments.)
Not all girls want to “dismantle the patriarchy.”
Not all Asians are bothered by the suggestion that they’re good at math.
Not all black people call it a micro-aggression if you’re interested in their hair.
Not all people with mental illness believe we need to have more “conversations” about all the “stigma” surrounding their diagnosis…
…and that’s the trouble.
When well-meaning people use their personal opinions to speak for the whole group, then the whole group gets a reputation for thinking the same way…even when they don’t.
Eventually, the whole group starts being seen as equally over-sensitive.
Ironic, isn’t it? Well-meaning activists have created a situation where the rest of society gets the idea that everybody with [insert trait] feels the same way about [insert issue].
The new “stigma” about people with mental illness is that they ALL feel mistreated.
The “stigma” about pregnant ladies is that they’re easily-angered by belly touches.
Asians are triggered by calculator jokes.
And all black people are sensitive about their hair.
These are stigmas that have been created by the very people supposedly trying to end stigmas!
If they just let individuals speak for themselves, this wouldn’t happen.
If only we would stop lumping others into categories and making assumptions about them based on what ONE, loud member of that group claims.
In fact, you know what would be great? It would be great if we started calling out the well-meaning (but WRONG) “activists” who begin every conversation with, “As a [female/person-of-color/mentally-ill/member of another group] let me educate you…”
Stop them right in their tracks and remind them, “You don’t speak for everybody.”
To the white, homeschooling, anxious/depressed, pregnant mothers who believe ALL OF US are sensitive about the same things: you don’t speak for me.
People are going to ask questions…they’re going to touch my belly…they’re going to do things I don’t necessarily like. But some of us handle it just fine without writing “The 10 Things Not to Say to People Like Me.”
Checking certain identity boxes does not make all of us the same. What an unfortunate stigma to perpetuate…
(P.S. Not all Irish people are sensitive about the phrase “Paddy Wagon.” lol.)