One of the greatest challenges I’ve faced with writing this series has been taking a specific stance in each column. It seems fundamental that a piece running in the opinion section of a newspaper contain an opinion, but that’s harder to achieve than expected, at least for a former news writer who has worshipped at the altar of objectivity for the majority of her experience as a student journalist.

I’ve sought to balance being relatable and assertive in my writing, and in doing so, I’ve realized that this struggle to be firm in my stance without alienating others is a common struggle among all feminists, columnists or not.

In a society that otherizes the feminine, treating it as something inherently different or alien, to be an advocate for it means we must find our own voices and believe that they deserve to be heard.

“Being heard” is a concept I learned from a good friend of mine. She used to answer all of her text messages with “heard” rather than “yeah” or “OK.” When I asked her why, she said, “‘Heard’ is the new ‘word.’” Never mind that she was reading with her eyes and not her ears — when we write something, we are saying it; we should likewise be hearing when we read.

“Being heard” has always been an interesting phrase to me, because it is not the same as “being listened to.”

Within this juxtaposition, “heard” suggests power on the part of the hearers. Though they may hear all the noise surrounding them, they choose what they listen to and judge what to agree with, as is their right.

While hearing may not be the same as listening or agreeing, we nonetheless acknowledge the importance of what is being said, learn things we didn’t know before and expose ourselves to different ideas about how to make the world a better place. Then, we respond. Feminism uses these conversations to amplify the voices of women and validate their experiences.

But quieter voices expressing new ideas and different perspectives can be drowned out over time by remarks like “You belong in the kitchen!” or more targeted attacks like “Why don’t you write about something less trivial?”

Neither feminists nor journalists can afford to worry about what people think of them outside of their immediate circles or let critics detract from their right to be heard. I consider myself lucky to be writing for such an encouraging and supportive network of people at a time that many are already calling the next feminist revolution.

When I set out to write this column, I hoped I would have a chance to teach my readers and learn from them, and I can honestly say that I’ve done more of the latter than I anticipated.

It is often said that Georgetown University provides a bubble of safety for its students, be it physical, spiritual, emotional or intellectual. I’ll grant that it is a better environment than many for an accidental feminist to find her footing and take a stance, but by no means has it protected me from criticism, be it from Twitter trolls or university professors.

I wouldn’t have it any other way. At least I know I’m being heard.

I called this column The Accidental Feminist because it was always intended to be aspirational in tone. I am accidental no longer, but I am still evolving in uncertain ways. Despite that uncertainty, I can now picture the feminist I intend to become. And I know that to be her, I must be heard.

Molly Cooke is a junior in the College. This is the fifth and final installment of The Accidental Feminist.

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