THE PERFUME YOU NEVER SMELLED BEFORE

What kind of feminist are you?

The event that awakened your activist fiber?

Your bedside book

Your cult series

Your icon #forever

Never without

The guy who would make you drop everything?

The compliment that truly flatters you

Your motto

The BFF you would have liked to have...

You are: a feminist of fashion

You have to admit it: your enthusiasm for fashion is as extreme as your disinterest for politics and protest. Your philosophers? Agnès B, Sonia Rykiel, Saint Laurent or Loïc Prigent. People call you superficial? They’re fools. Clearly they’ve forgotten that Coco Chanel accomplished more for women by democratizing sailor trousers than have two generations of senators… Sure, sure… Quick reminder that Parliament waited until 2012 to officially repeal the ban on women wearing pants. No question that fashion softens morals. French high-style creates work. And it’s also a little thanks to you! There we go!

You are: a militant Parisian

It seems that you indulge in all the no-nos. Sure, you smoke outside on terraces (even when it’s freezing). Yes, you prefer a Spritz to a detox juice. And it’s true that you order Ubers everywhere and all the time - despite your overdraft. People say it’s carelessness? Screw them. We call it RESISTANCE! Whether you’re single or an (unworthy) mother, you’re a modern woman. You’re a cheeky Parisian, full of life and irony. Imperfect, yes, but owning it, and that lends you charm and your own personal militancy. Bam.

You are: a neo-Suffragette

Even if you occasionally make an exception for Nutella and clothes made in Bangladesh, you’re a buy local chick, who stocks her fridge in organic supermarkets and swears on small production chains, regional brands, and sustainable economies. In a perfect world, there would be certified organic joints and botox. Easy to call your feminism a lifestyle… You’re on Tinder. Just to see what it’s about. But don’t take that as a criticism! Do we have to remind you what Simone de Beauvoir had to deal with to keep Sartre by her side – big boss of feminism that she was. You’re a super feminist, but you’re also human…full of contradictions. And that’s what gives you your charm. There we go.

You are: a sexy-girl

After 11:30, your nights out with girlfriends turn into pole dancing classes. No one can resist your hip swings – inspired by Queen B and her ilk. No matter what others might say, your liberty takes the shape of a keen power of seduction, and your body is your instrument. Your militancy reaches into your insta feed, the hashtag #hatersgonnahate punctuates the clichés of you and your girlfriends in night clubs, strutting in sky-high stilettos, sporting lacy get-ups and a lion-like main. In short, you embrace the femme-fatale in you. And that’s a beautiful thing. Bam!

You are: a feminist of fashion

You have to admit it: your enthusiasm for fashion is as extreme as your disinterest for politics and protest. Your philosophers? Agnès B, Sonia Rykiel, Saint Laurent or Loïc Prigent. People call you superficial? They’re fools. Clearly they’ve forgotten that Coco Chanel accomplished more for women by democratizing sailor trousers than have two generations of senators… Sure, sure… Quick reminder that Parliament waited until 2012 to officially repeal the ban on women wearing pants. No question that fashion softens morals. French high-style creates work. And it’s also a little thanks to you! There we go!

You are: a militant Parisian

It seems that you indulge in all the no-nos. Sure, you smoke outside on terraces (even when it’s freezing). Yes, you prefer a Spritz to a detox juice. And it’s true that you order Ubers everywhere and all the time - despite your overdraft. People say it’s carelessness? Screw them. We call it RESISTANCE! Whether you’re single or an (unworthy) mother, you’re a modern woman. You’re a cheeky Parisian, full of life and irony. Imperfect, yes, but owning it, and that lends you charm and your own personal militancy. Bam.

You are: a neo-Suffragette

Even if you occasionally make an exception for Nutella and clothes made in Bangladesh, you’re a buy local chick, who stocks her fridge in organic supermarkets and swears on small production chains, regional brands, and sustainable economies. In a perfect world, there would be certified organic joints and botox. Easy to call your feminism a lifestyle… You’re on Tinder. Just to see what it’s about. But don’t take that as a criticism! Do we have to remind you what Simone de Beauvoir had to deal with to keep Sartre by her side – big boss of feminism that she was. You’re a super feminist, but you’re also human…full of contradictions. And that’s what gives you your charm. There we go.

You are: a sexy-girl

After 11:30, your nights out with girlfriends turn into pole dancing classes. No one can resist your hip swings – inspired by Queen B and her ilk. No matter what others might say, your liberty takes the shape of a keen power of seduction, and your body is your instrument. Your militancy reaches into your insta feed, the hashtag #hatersgonnahate punctuates the clichés of you and your girlfriends in night clubs, strutting in sky-high stilettos, sporting lacy get-ups and a lion-like main. In short, you embrace the femme-fatale in you. And that’s a beautiful thing. Bam!

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