YANBU, I'm a feminist and proud of it.
I shave my legs, under my arms, I tend my lady garden, I dye my hair, pluck my eyebrows, wear make-up, love clothes and fashion. Spend ludicrous sums of money on pairs of jeans, follow fashion blogs. Wear heels. I look 'right', in the way that society seems women should look right. I could've got by on my looks - in my 20s at least
- if I didn't have better things to fall back on.
I do all sorts of contrived things which men don't do and don't see the slightest need to do. I love doing most of these things. I choose to do them inasmuch as I'm fully cogniscant that society has conditioned me to 'choose' to do them.
I'm white, middle class, post-grad educated, married with two children, earn a six-figure salary, live-in help - I have absolutely zero need for feminism in the sense that being female has never ostensibly held me back.
But I have an innate sense of fairness and I think anyone who has a clue, an education, had their consciousness raised, is well-read, is broad-minded and who questions the world can't help but see that the two genders simply are not treated the same way. In some societies that is far more eye-wateringly obvious than others. But even in our own it is marked. Once short perusal of the relationship board proves that.
I have a wonderful DH, a lovely brother, and loving and ever-present father. My FIL is lovely, my BIls are. I have a swath of amazing men friends, many of whom are my DH's old friend. I love men. Think they're fab. Well, I think lovely, decent, kind men are fab, and that every woman deserves one of those men. I am as far from a rabid man-hater as it's possible to get.
And I will always, until I draw my last breath, proudly self-identify as a feminist. And feel a bit sorry for women who don't. :-/ And who take for granted all the privileges that earlier generations of feminists have won us. Sorry, but I do. I see you arguing on threads and I just want to yank the blinkers from your eyes and tell you to cop on to yourself!
You think I'm pigeon-holed, given all of the above? Your issue; not mine. I know who I am and I know what I like and what I do. I don't fit some ludicrous preconceived idea of a feminist that mean nothing to anyone except those who want to discredit it, or sweep it under the carpet because identifying as such means they might have to question their lives (being a feminist doesn't suddenly - gasp - mean you have to stop shaving your legs if you don't want to. It just encourages you to question why you do). I'm a feminist because that's part of who I am.