Well, most of the time I’m Frank. Frankly, that shouldn’t be capitalized, but it seems to fit better. So, in all Frankness, I’m going to talk about… you guessed it… feminism.
Yes, that “F” word that brings to mind the image of militant lesbians in combat boots (note to self: send Rush another thank you card for that visual) or… well, that’s probably the only image that comes to mind. I could get into the propaganda surrounding “feminism” but its really not worth my time. Suffice it to say that the backlash against feminism is exactly why feminism is so important.
Frankly, feminism needs no introduction. It is what it is, and either you get it, or you don’t. If you pick up a book, go read a blog like Feministing or take a Frank look at what women are accomplishing today, you can see why feminism is important to every person on the planet.
I digress. This really isn’t about feminism, its about Frank.
Frank is brash enough to say, “Fuck you, I’m Fabulous,” when being turned down for a promotion.
Frank is bold when she says, “Fine, I’ll stand on my own two Feet,” after her spouse tells her she’s worthless…and then does it, with Finesse.
Frank is authentic when she says, “I feel like I can’t do it,” and then picks herself up and makes her dreams come true.
Being Frank, for better or worse, is empowering. It may hurt, but when faced with the alternative silence of martyrdom… well, fuck that, too. Life is far too short for that. Be Frank. Be Fearless. Be Fabulous.
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