Tuesday, September 9, 2008
With the recent Sarah Palin selection, there has been a lot of talk about "feminism", a renewed interest and debate. I'm not even sure what it means anymore, it's gotten so confusing. I have always defined myself as "feminist with a small f." To me that meant of course I believe in women's rights, am staunchly pro-choice, appreciate the women who have paved the way before me which allow me to have the freedoms I now enjoy. I am horrified by the injustices and abuse of women everywhere, and in my small way help whenever I can. I raised three girls to become strong women who grew up believing that they were just as good as any boy and could do and become anything they wanted.
However, I am not a member of NOW, though I have dear friends who are and I admire and respect them for it. I don't subscribe to Ms magazine and I have no desire to burn my bras. I like for men to open doors for me and am not above using my "feminine wiles" to get what I want on occasion. I love make-up and sexy lingerie, pin-ups and yes, even Playboy. I believe that whenever possible one parent should stay home and raise their children and in my family I was the best qualified for the job, so that's what I did for 15 years. I love being home, cooking and baking and decorating gives me a feeling of satisfaction that's never been replicated in the office. For me, it's truly where I belong and if I was able to I'd stop working again tomorrow, return to hearth and home where I feel the most content.
When Kali was in high school she became the president of a "feminist" club called AWE - Appreciating Women Everywhere. I was incredibly proud of her, and stunned when she invited me to be a guest speaker at one of their meetings. What? Me? A homemaker who helps her husband run a small business? Me, the mom whose biggest contribution toward feminism is the baking of cookies and cupcakes for your meetings? Yes, she said, assuring me that I was most certainly a "feminist" because I stood for what it really meant: Choice. We women have choices now - to stay home and raise our families full time, to work outside the home, or a combination of both as I was doing. Wow. I had never really thought of it that way, but when I sat nervously before that group of teenage girls as they threw questions at me, I felt....proud. Admired. Strong. And every bit a feminist... with a small f. And that works just fine for me.
p.s.In case you didn't recognize her, the pic above is of Ms. Gloria Steinem, from her brief days working "undercover" as a Playboy Bunny.