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A review by ebonyroseout
We Should All Be Feminists by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie
informative
inspiring
reflective
fast-paced
5.0
Why are so many people afraid of the F word?
Not that one. I mean feminist. I’ve always been one, long before I knew the term. Not being able to do something just because I’m a girl didn’t make sense then, and still doesn’t make sense today.
Reading We Should All Be Feminists felt like hearing someone say out loud what so many of us feel but rarely see named so clearly. Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie doesn’t just point out the problem—she identifies where it starts: how we socialize boys and girls differently. How girls are taught to shrink themselves, while boys are taught entitlement. That part hit home.
I’ve been told I’m “too opinionated” or “too bossy” or “too ambitious,” while men around me got applauded for the same energy. That double standard? It’s baked into everything. And Chimamanda calls it out with clarity and grace.
What I love most is her solution: equality. Not performative, surface-level equality—but real, intentional change in how we see and treat people. It’s simple, but it requires work. Especially when you’re like me—living at the intersection of Blackness, queerness, and womanhood—where every layer adds more weight to the fight.
This book may be small, but its message is mighty. It’s the kind of read that starts conversations, shifts perspectives, and reminds us that feminism isn’t a dirty word—it’s a demand. A call to all of us to do better.
And me? I’m not afraid of the F word. I’m afraid of what happens if we stop saying it.
Not that one. I mean feminist. I’ve always been one, long before I knew the term. Not being able to do something just because I’m a girl didn’t make sense then, and still doesn’t make sense today.
Reading We Should All Be Feminists felt like hearing someone say out loud what so many of us feel but rarely see named so clearly. Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie doesn’t just point out the problem—she identifies where it starts: how we socialize boys and girls differently. How girls are taught to shrink themselves, while boys are taught entitlement. That part hit home.
I’ve been told I’m “too opinionated” or “too bossy” or “too ambitious,” while men around me got applauded for the same energy. That double standard? It’s baked into everything. And Chimamanda calls it out with clarity and grace.
What I love most is her solution: equality. Not performative, surface-level equality—but real, intentional change in how we see and treat people. It’s simple, but it requires work. Especially when you’re like me—living at the intersection of Blackness, queerness, and womanhood—where every layer adds more weight to the fight.
This book may be small, but its message is mighty. It’s the kind of read that starts conversations, shifts perspectives, and reminds us that feminism isn’t a dirty word—it’s a demand. A call to all of us to do better.
And me? I’m not afraid of the F word. I’m afraid of what happens if we stop saying it.