When I woke up yesterday morning to feed Iddo her first breakfast my site already had 50 visits for the day. Yesterday a piece I wrote about feminism was published on A Practical Wedding – The Story of a Square-Pegged Feminist.
I have long identified as a feminist, and I’ve long been told that I’m not one, which really annoys me. There are too many people who only see the extreme stereotypes for women. You are either bare-foot, pregnant, in the kitchen and completely submissive or you are a bra-burning man hater. The reality of life is that neither of those stereotypical extremes actually fully exists. Stereotypical extremes of all kinds hurt everyone.
Life is a messy spectrum and I have no internal conflict being a bare-foot feminist with a baby and a PhD, whipping up dinner in the kitchen for my husband while quilt blocks cover the kitchen table. (See “I’m a S.W.A.M.“) I’m a feminist because I want equity for all of humanity, men and women.
I am a woman. That makes me different than men in innumerable ways. It does not make me worse than men. It does not make me better. I have value as a human. I do not need to be a man, or even be like men, to have value.