4.04.2006

getting all feminist on your ass


Sweetney is on a feminist rampage at her place (or rather, a "WTF Feminism?" rampage). And quite right too. I've responded ad nauseum over there, but i'll use this post to pimp one of the best known secrets out there. Brain, Child: The Magazine for Thinking Mothers. In their own words "We couldn't cupcake-decorate our way out of a paperbag" but they do offer amazingly well written features, articles, and short stories on the subject of motherhood (and fatherhood)--warts, politics, and all.

This article about the women's movement (or lackthereof?) "Say You Want A Revolution?" is most definitely worth a read.
(whether you've got a uterus, offspring, or not...)

7 comments:

sunshine scribe said...

Just checked out the magazine site link. Thanks for sharing it - this is so something I have been looking for.

Great blog

neva said...

great link...very interesting magazine (where were these things when my kids were young?)! and, for the record, this is an excellent addendum to sweetney's post today! thanks!

: D

Binky said...

Thanks so much for the Brain, Child link. Can't wait to get myself a copy.

Mom101 said...

Three cheers for feminism, Sweetney, and Brain, Child! I mean, three cheers each. Not one for each of those things because that wouldn't be nearly enough. Three cheers for GingaJoy too for pointing out three three-cheer worthy things.

weaker vessel said...

Something sage my mother-in-law told me when I was in my early 20s was that she thought one of the biggest missteps of feminism as a movement was the central assumption that women should look to their professional careers as their primary source of personal validation and fulfillment. At the time, I was way too "radical" to really consider the implications of that statement, so I just did the condescending smile and nod thing. Now, I don't know if its just a defense mechanism to justify my rather inchoate career path and abrupt detour from the academic track, but I think that it is totally true. At the end of the day, what you do for a paycheck is just hunting and gathering. Of course, it's preferable if you actually like what you are doing 8-5 every weekday, but if that's your sole source of self-esteem and validation, you may be in for some problems. And its a totally flimsy foundation for the kind of profound, all-emcompassing equity that my own vision of feminism entails.

ozma said...

Of course I'm a feminist, of course, of course, of course. Um. Of course.

But the irony is. You know how there's this absurd image of feminists where they are lesbians and don't wear make-up and so on and so forth? I live in such a politically rarefied (and maybe even weird world) that I am like 'Am I good feminist? Am I a GOOD ENOUGH feminist?' And on the grounds that I know, the answer is 'no.' I mean, I got married. I even had sex with a man. And so I'm like 'Gosh. Not good enough. Maybe I'm not really a feminist. I want to wear eye shadow. I want men to wear eye shadow too but I don't know. Eye shadow?'

It was strange the other night I went out to dinner with a fellow feminist and she literally tried to hide the fact from me that she had married her boyfriend. From me! She was really ashamed about it and her boyfriend was like "BUT WE GOT MARRIED." He was kind of like "I love you, wife" and she was kind of like "I only did it so he could have my insurance."

Oh, there are other deeper, darker secrets of my non-feminism that I am too ashamed and afraid to tell.

The absurd or funny or whatever thing is that I was raised Catholic (and Christianity still has meaning to me which is, on these terms REALLY, REALLY BAD). The supposed disciplinary norms of Christianity never make me feel bad or ashamed or worried about whether I'm a good person. (I'm like 'oh, I'm sure God couldn't possible want us to be like THAT.) Whereas reading "I Blame The Patriarchy" really shakes me to the core. The pope has no effect on anything I think or feel but Twisty Faster totally does. And I always think "man, would Twisty ever say I suck." I have Twisty for a superego, not the Pope. (I should also say that I love Twisty but really don't have any strong feelings about the Pope.) I can't live up to Twisty and so I will always doubt my feminism.

This is like why I'm not a good leftist because I don't think Fidel Castro (or Hugo Chavez) are really great guys and even if I kind of want the revolution I'm not sure I believe the labor theory of value (completely). And a few other rather esoteric things that--even though I welcome an international people's revolution if it would mean true equality--I can't be a REAL leftist.

Of course, then (because Amiri Baraka and Twisty Faster and Noam Chomsky are my superegos) my rebellion is to go to Starbucks. I'm going to go full circle and get a minivan.

(Sorry for this long ramble. I think I need to write you an email!)

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