Things I Learned From My Feminist Theory Class (or, I Am a Bad Feminist)

I made a hasty decision to drag out my college experience (thus avoiding the real world) during what should have been my senior year by deciding to tack two minors on to my degree. An extra semester’s worth of credits that would apply to either a Minor in Sexualities or a Minor in Women’s Studies had been earned throughout my undergrad by my signing up for superfluous classes because the topics piqued my interest better than the ones required by the registrar. I chose Women’s Studies as a minor over Sexualities because it seemed like a broader umbrella under which to study and I figured that I am defined firstly as a woman and secondly by my sexuality. Continue reading Things I Learned From My Feminist Theory Class (or, I Am a Bad Feminist)