Knowing ourselves seems to be the foundation for everything. It is important to question, and be critical of the thoughts, actions and beliefs that resonate with us. Such contemplation is crucial to continual self-development and sanity. Thus, madness can be partly seen as obliviousness, or in history it was highlighted as forgetting. If we forgot what had made us happy, are we mad?
I am sick and tired of feminism being a dirty word! I want to believe that the only reason anyone would choose to deny that they were a feminist would be due to a misunderstanding about what the world means. Perhaps there are other reasons why people are reluctant to take this label for themselves…