Tuesday, May 22, 2012

On the way home from school..feminism

On the way home from school, I happened to think about the comparison between what people would call "femi-nazis" and what I consider to be the new normal for feminism.  I am a feminist, totally so.  I think that while there are physical differences between a man and a woman, that should never, ever be the deciding factor in what is considered appropriate or capable for a woman to do.

Having said that, it's kind of nuts (in a good way) how feminism has evolved, at least in my mind.  When people think of feminists, they either conjure images of spiky haired lesbians who "want all men to die." (we all know that's not what they all think lol), or they think of some sissy-assed woman who wants the same rights as men but without any of the responsibility or the "cahones" to handle a mans world.  But, there is a new type of feminist out there.  She looks a lot like me.  Opinionated, strong both mentally and physically, isn't afraid of telling it how it is, and likes to play with the big boys.  She is capable of pulling on her flight deck boots and carrying chains like the rest of them.  But she also likes to cook, drink wine, get her hair and toes done and loves shoes (or clothes, or purses etc.).  She is not afraid of embracing her femininity and acknowledging she not only has a vagina, but that it is sacred.  But that sacredness also comes with responsibility on many many levels.  She does not hate men, rather she loves them. She dates, marries, has children with them.  And no, she does not "wear the pants" in the relationship, or expect her male mate to be submissive, but rather knows he will treat her as an equal and they will make their life decisions together, hand in hand, side by side. Not one opinion or thought more superior than the other, based solely on gender. 

The new feminist raises her children to fight for what they want, but to do so in a respectful manner, because you treat others how you want to be treated.  She does not assume her son will turn out to be an abuser and must be stopped before it's too late, but gives him the honor and respect of growing into his own person while skillfully and carefully guiding him to give love and have it returned rather than demanding and expecting submission.  She raises her daughter to live in balance of the yin and yang, because truly there cannot be one without the other.  She teaches her to be a wild wolf woman, to hold onto that wildness and to protect her spirituality throughout life so that when the daughter becomes the mother, she too can continue to teach of balance and not judgement or superiority. 

The new feminist comes with designer hair, prada or addidas depending on the day.  She eats steak or is a vegetarian.  And yes, she wears bras, because dammit they make our boobs look amazing!!!  There is no longer the conjured vision of the feminist, because she too is evolving like the rest of the world, to living in balance and being ok with that.  She understands she has choices, and whether those choices are to fight in the military, raise to the top of business, deliver babies, teach children , or simply take care of her own home and children does not mean she is automatically thrown into one category or another. She is multi-faceted, like a prism, with many colors going in many directions that paint a beautiful harmonious picture on the walls and windows of our lives.  She strives not just to make women's lives better, but everybodys, understanding that balance is the key to life no matter what gender.

peace y'all

3 comments:

  1. Brilliant...my mom was a feminist without even knowing it. She and my dad raised me to be one, too. I was a young girl in the "women's lib" era.

    My dad told me I could join the service, work a telephone line (meaning the large wooden post climbed in boots) or a switchboard line. He knew the world was changing and wanted his girls to be strong and independent. He asked our opinions on world issues over dinner. He would give us his view, but not shove it down our throat. He and mom taught me to care deeply, volunteer, and a host of other qualities without giving up my strength or my womanly ways.

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    1. It was the same for me as well growing up. Although, looking back it was hard trying to find that balance. Everything is so black and white so when your dad is teaching you to play basketball and run like a boy, then your mom bitches ay you to wear a skirt once in awhile it can be confusing lol! But I'm grateful that I found that balance finally, that it doesn't have to be one or the other and if people don't get that, well I'm just waiting for them to evolve also lol.

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    2. It was the same for me as well growing up. Although, looking back it was hard trying to find that balance. Everything is so black and white so when your dad is teaching you to play basketball and run like a boy, then your mom bitches ay you to wear a skirt once in awhile it can be confusing lol! But I'm grateful that I found that balance finally, that it doesn't have to be one or the other and if people don't get that, well I'm just waiting for them to evolve also lol.

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