Has the Beyoncification of feminism really helped the movement — or did all this hype ultimately dilute the message? And what message is that, in 2016? When it’s become such a buzzword that Malcolm Turnbull can call himself a feminist while continuing to sanction violence against female refugees, does it actually mean anything, or is it being lazily used as a badge of honour?
Feminism is no longer a dirty word for teenagers. From Beyoncé to Tavi Gevinson, young women have a wealth of fearless feminist celebrities to look up to. It’s cool to be a feminist. It wasn’t when I was growing up.
Attending a stuffy suburban private school in the early 2000s, I didn’t know a single feminist. I called girls sluts, and regularly made homophobic, racist and ableist jokes. No one pulled me up on it; and even if they did, I’d have probably ignored them. That all changed when I discovered LiveJournal.
From lingerie to stilettos, uniforms to underwear, people have been getting off on garments for as long as they’ve been, well, getting off. Latex, leather and lace all shout sex, but fashion fetishism doesn’t stop with specialty items—for some, it’s the everyday pieces that turn them on most.