Like other formerly misguided and angsty youth in the pre-Twilight days of the 1990’s, I dabbled in Wicca. There’s something funny about Wicca that makes you willing to plunk down your money for literally ANYTHING with a pentacle or pentagram on it. In the early stages, the only theological cred Wicca and other new-agey religions offer are the tokens themselves. Collecting your Wicca stuff is like collecting Pokemon cards, and collecting is demonstrative of your deep, 4-month dedication. Also, there are way more ‘things’ (books, boxes, keychains, chapstick) with Egyptian Ankhs, a Spiral Goddess symbol or a Celtic Triquetra on it than pentacles or pentagrams, which makes them rare, special, and worthy of purchase in any and every form. My collection of pentagram-covered tampon cases and sweatbands were eventually cast aside when my spiritual inclinations and I decided the steering-wheel cover alone said it loud and clear.
This last year of sifting through feminist merchandise has taught me that feminist merch operates much along the same principles; if there is a fist and a venus symbol on it, someone will buy it. Although, at least in my opinion, owning any of these symbols of your deep commitment to equality and revulsion of the patriarchy is more likely to diminish your cred. So do yourself a favor and chuck these under your Susan B. Anthony pillows when your anarchist knitting circle convenes.
10. Pit Pride Patch