“Mostly they think feminism is a bunch of angry women who want to be like men. They do not even think about feminism as being about rights – about women gaining equal rights. When I talk about the feminism I know – up close and personal – they willingly listen, although when our conversations end, they are quick to tell me I am different, not like the ‘real’ feminists who hate men, who are angry. I assure them I am as real and as radical a feminist as one can be, and if they dare to come closer to feminism they will see it is not how they have imagined it.”
Oh, how I wanted so much to appreciate and enjoy this book. Sure, I didn’t go into it thinking it was a going to be poetry and romance, but it is bell hooks and feminism, so I had expectations. bell hooks herself states at the onset of this book that it is intended to be an approachable, conversational review of feminism. Unfortunately, it felt stodgy and pedagogical, and that’s coming from a reader and a feminist. Ah, well…
chronic bibliophilia 