young women

At the supermarket today, I grabbed my favorite magazines off the rack- a terrible habit of mine, considering the money I would save by subscribing. Pausing between Seventeen and Newsweek, I realized how amusing and nearly contradictory it is to be a teenage feminist.

Even for all of the books on my shelves marked "Women's Studies," I am still 15. And that means that in order to survive the oppressive society known as high school, I have to be a member of the patriarchy, just like Guy Montag in the oppressive society of Farenheit 451. Always questioning, but unquestionably in line with the group.

While watching an old rerun of Saturday Night Live, I saw an amusing but disturbing sketch. There's four college-aged girls who spot each other at an airport, and eagerly ask where everyone's headed for spring break. Two of the girls say Cancun, because hotels are "three bucks a night" and that you can get in anybody's car and they'll give you a ride, "not even a cab or anything!"

The next girl takes out some vodka and says that she's going to a country where the drinking age is nine. The other one says that she's going to Amsterdam to "try hash for the first time." They begin to exchange prior Spring Break stories about getting wildly drunk, having sex, and getting taken advantage of in positively happy tones.