I woke up this afternoon feeling so strange. It’s not my room, it’s not my bed, and nothing feels familiar. My family isn’t here, and suddenly there’s a man, my husband, sharing my personal space for the first time. I don’t even know how to explain it, but I feel like an impostor just walking around and doing things in this place.
Shaming people doesn’t force them to change and calling a woman an owned animal is sexist whether you believe it or not.
If a woman is beaten by her husband would it be sexist to call her an abused wife?
Would it be racist to say “so and so was a victim of a hate crime”?
I didn’t commit the crime, I just pointed it out.
I think there is a misunderstanding here, the problem people have with your comment is not the meaning of it, but the words you chose.
Calling someone an abused wife is effectively pointing things out (as in direct description), but calling someone a pet is not pointing things out, it is making a metaphor (as in indirect description) that points at the similarity between a woman and a pet, which is what carries the sexist aspect. No big problem with that, you can simply withdraw the “pet” part and find a term that actually points things out.
You didn’t call her a wife, you called her an animal.
No, I said this situation sounds less like growing up and more like being a pet.
That’s called simile, a figure of speech that directly compares two different things to highlight a shared quality.
It’s easier to argue with me than to have some introspection on the type of language you choose when talking about women.
I don’t understand why you’re projecting that on me.
I’ve explained my position and I stand behind it and that’s all I can do.
Like I said, I think she’s a victim, and I’m sorry for her situation. My wife considers me a feminist and that’s all the validation I need. You can choose to believe what you want.
Waking the walk and talking the talk are two separate things.
Maybe resist comparing women to animals in the future, Mr. Feminist.