Feminism. It’s not a dirty word, it’s not anything bad at all. It’s the belief that women are people, too, the belief that seventy-nine cents to the dollar is not enough and that our bodies are our own. It expands over more than just women, too- it’s spread to encompass people of all sexualities, gender identities, races, faiths, and backgrounds. Illegal immigrants, indigenous people, transgender people, everyone can find a home under the word ‘feminism’.
Feminism is important. It’s not the belief that woman are superior to men- that’s misandry. It’s not the belief that any one group of people is stronger, smarter, better. What it is, is the idea that every person deserves to be equal. The movement starts with women for the sheer reason that we deal with so much. ‘Boys will be boys’, hideously restrictive dress codes, body shaming, catcalling, wage gaps, and so much more, all written off.
Because we don’t want to assimilate to someone else’s (boy) standards of what is or isn’t.
Because we are angry at a society that tells us Girl = Dumb, Girl = Bad, Girl = Weak
Because I believe with my wholeheartmindbody that girls constitute a revolutionary soul force that can, and will, change the world for real.
When being told to just cope with injustice, people throughout history have joined hands and risen up against oppression. The Stonewall Riots. The Civil Rights arches. Even things as far back as the American Revolution. Taking things sitting down is not how we roll as a species, and that shouldn’t change now.
Feminism is the next great revolution. Six months ago last Friday, millions of people- men and women and other, cisgender and transgender, heterosexual and any variety of LGBT*, black and white and brown and every other color of the rainbow- took up hands and hats and clever signs and stood up against cruelty, injustice, and hate. It brings us all together, in a way that great causes throughout history have.
Hey, ladies! Are you tired of a certain group of male students at this school telling you to ‘shut up and make me a sandwich’ when you try to voice your opinion?
Viv is. She’s so tired of the rampant misogyny and sexism that run wild at her school. Her mother, ex-Riot Grrrl and feminist supreme, certainly wouldn’t put up with it. Civil disobedience, however, has never been Viv’s thing. She’s used to keeping her head down, not speaking up in class, and generally staying quiet. After all, at East Rockport High, there seems to be no such thing at the right sort of attention.
Are you sick and tired of these crazy dress code checks? They’re BS, and we’ve got to do something.
Unfortunately, keeping her head down just isn’t going to cut it anymore. So Viv stands up one night. Alone in her room, fueled by Bikini Kill and old Polaroids, she begins to hatch a plan. An hour later, Moxie is born.
The girls at Moxie are sick of it, too.
A ‘zine, written anonymously and distributed from a shelf in the girl’s bathrooms, Moxie is merely an idea at first. What Viv doesn’t know, however, is that they’ll be the spark that lights the fire of a tiny revolution.
Moxie girls fight back. And hunt you down. And remember your face. And take names.
Slowly, the word spreads. The following grows. Tiny, barely noticeable acts of civil disobedience ensue. Stars and hearts drawn on hands- you’re not alone. Wearing bathrobes to school to combat oppressive dress codes. Tagging lockers with feminist stickers.
Remember…Moxie is always watching.
With some fabulous best friends, a swoon-worthy boyfriend, and a mom whose rebel days aren’t quite as in the past as they may seem, Viv and the spirit of Moxie are ready to fight against oppression- one girl at a time.
So, are you with us?
This book was absolutely incredible. It was timely, well-written, and believable. The characters were beautifully done, and if you take a hard look around, you’ll find them around you. You’ll know Seth and Claudia, Lucy and Emma, Marisela and Keira. Hopefully, you’ll even be able to find a little bit of Viv in yourself. I think everyone will.
Moxie makes its official debut this September. If you consider yourself a feminist (as everyone should) then you’ll be jazzed about this book already. If not, if you’ve never really paid attention to the cause before or just plain never understood, give Moxie a read. Maybe it’ll inspire you.
No matter what, I think it’ll change the way you look at the world. After all, feminism starts with us- one girl, one woman, one beautiful person at a time.
This e-ARC was provided for free by NetGalley in exchange for an honest review.