My Feminism is Why I'm Never Gonna Love Amy Schumer

I don’t know what’s happening recently, but the world is falling hard for Amy Schumer. Just kidding. I totally do know what’s happening. Because it’s not the world, it’s the lib-pop feminism world. The world where the main goal of feminism is to make the world a safer and more money-soaked space for white ladies who are maybe a little chubby and like to make crass jokes. The one where the wage gap is only spoken of in terms of white men vs. white women, dismissing the race gap completely. The one that says any woman talking shit about other women is a grrl hating, anti-feminist monster.

But like, whatever.


The supposed funny lady’s racism (acknowledged in some spaces, but denied in others) has caused quite a rift in the feminist community, or so it would seem based on the arguments I keep getting in on Facebook.


I don’t like Amy Schumer in the same way that I don’t like various white girls/women I’ve met over the course of my twenty-something years who post daily about Jennifer Lawrence as a symbol of body-positivity, think Taylor Swift is a godsend, hopped on the Hillary Clinton bandwagon without a second thought, and co-opt AAVE to make themselves seem edgy, or something. Who think that joking about kissing girls in front of boys makes them subversive of the heteronormative patriarchy. Who are totally not racist, but just don’t want to argue with their family members or romantic partners anymore and is it really that bad that the guy they hook up with is a huge fan of gay slurs?

I don’t know Amy Schumer (obviously). But when I look at her, I see these women. And when I look at these women and their online profiles, I see her face plastered everywhere in the same way I once saw Taylor, and JLaw. I don’t hate them, but I do hate their absolute inability (or refusal) to see anyone who doesn’t look like them as a feminist icon.

Despite Amy Schumer being a massively flawed racist, she’s still being lauded as a feminist icon by a bizarre amount of feminist publications and their readership.

The supposed funny lady’s racism (acknowledged in some spaces, but denied in others) has caused quite a rift in the feminist community, or so it would seem based on the arguments I keep getting in on Facebook.

Because! She’s! Funny! And she’s a woman! Doing well! Getting awards and stuff! And we’re all supposed to band together and throw roses at her feet, even if what she’s saying is totally dehumanizing to some of us. But is this where the issue comes in? Are these feminists under the impression that all of us are on the same page? That everyone is as distant from racism as they are, and are all, hahahahaha that joke about her black friend was so funny, and that one about the Mexicans? Omg I think that all the time.


I need feminist publications to stop pushing numbers and facts that only cover the cis, straight, upper-middle class, able-bodied woman’s experience.


And it’s so frustrating because we seem to be in this period of time where all a total White Feminist has to do to get back in the good feminist graces is to apologize! Because omg, she's human, just like us. We aren’t all good at issues. She isn’t either.

There is some validity to this. Learning, especially through a feminist lens, is about stages and progress and questioning and re-thinking and re-evaluating. No person is entirely unproblematic.

But that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t try to be better, to acknowledge when we've fucked up. It doesn’t mean that it isn’t problematic for you to let your white grandfather spew racism and classism at the dinner table. It doesn’t mean that it isn’t problematic for you to not correct your hookup when they keep throwing the f-word around. It doesn’t mean it isn’t problematic that the furthest you can take your body positivity is loving white, able-bodied, semi-chubby beings. It doesn’t mean you shouldn’t try to be better than a version of feminism that is so mottled that it only has room for people who look like you.


But feminism is messy. Feminists are messy. We were never meant to fit into a neat little box.


I need feminist publications to stop pushing numbers and facts that only cover the cis, straight, upper-middle class, able-bodied woman’s experience. Because I don’t want to hear that women make 77 cents on the man’s dollar ever again. I don’t want to see any more photo campaigns that feature white on white on white in the name of body-positivity. And I don’t want to read any more feminist lit that doesn’t understand what it means to be supportive of intersectionality.

I need feminist readers and writers to stop promoting that nonsense. We have so many things to work on, and yes, it gets messier if you start talking about how men of color make less than white women, and yes, it gets messier if we start talking about the white savior complex and white feminists doing work for/with women of color, and yes, it gets messier if we talk about whether or not white feminists can produce creative works from the perspective of women of color.

But feminism is messy. Feminists are messy. We were never meant to fit into a neat little box.

And there’s nothing funny about trying to.