The Liberated Woman

I am surrounded by the type of women who radiate and empower, feeding off of fellow female accomplishments and maintaining a personal drive to achieve the same. The type of woman that holds more ambition than fear, more confidence than cowardice, more opinions than politeness. The type of woman who is unapologetically herself.

Loud.

Free from institution.

Unbound.

This type of woman has radically changed my life, giving me a voice in a world that wishes I never had one in the first place. Myself and these women whom I adore share something in common: we are gravely undervalued. I owe everything to the loud and independent rebels that continue to mold me into the person I am, and I ask nothing more than an increase of basic appreciation for such revolutionary figures.

However, I have come to realize that disenchanted men and other unappreciative parties  evidently do not feel the same regard or admiration for the liberated woman.

After hearing a plethora of horror stories of hatefulness in romance and everyday life from each and every one of these women, I have come to question whether or not the wonder of a strong woman is ever truly recognized to the amount in which it should. Why do these men—whether it be in the workplace or in relationships—seem to opt for the women who are more quiet, less radical, and never contentious? Does the average alpha male feel threatened by such things? Is it a power complex or simply a preference for the less controversial? Does anyone truly acknowledge the inherent value of such powerful creatures?

In posing such questions I feel that I must clarify: my intent is not set on creating divisiveness amongst women who are naturally disparate and beautifully incomparable, but rather protesting the often straight, often white, often entitled men that belittle the empowered and refuse to associate themselves with those who may be a little more radical than not (if, that is, you consider demanding respect and equality in social and economic situations a form of extremism)

In response it is easy to chalk it up to youth or the bad eggs of a bunch, brushing off the epidemic by placing blame on immaturity, swearing it will get better with time, or the often heard phrase “Not me. Not all men.”

But I know better. I know all too well that a powerful, liberated woman is never fully appreciated nor respected; only told to shut up, sit down, eat less. A patriarchal society does not profit off of the liberated woman or gain from a goddess. In fact, the essence of such a society seeks to silence and undervalue women of all kind. The morally depraved culture we are immersed in benefits from doubt, silence, fear, fatigue, ambivalence, imprisonment, and imbedded insecurity in the lives of women whom I praise so heavily.

“A woman’s issues of soul cannot be treated by carving her into a more acceptable form as defined by an unconscious culture, nor can she be bent into a more intellectually acceptable shape by those who claim to be the sole bearers of consciousness.”

Clarissa Estés, Women Who Run with the Wolves

Thankfully I feel we are collectively approaching a paradigm shift; one that may give the shameless wild woman a platform without scattered attempts to destroy them. A shift in Western society that may no longer undervalue the essence of the female. The end of an era and the welcoming of equality and worthy appreciation. And I pray we approach it faster because my patience is running out.