I can honestly say I've never really thought of myself as a feminist. I know, I know: *GASP*
My best friend, The Fabulous Miss Weiner, has always proclaimed herself as such. She went to college and minored in women's studies. She came home on school breaks, haughtily throwing down photo-copied pages of offensive women's magazines and high school home-ec books from the 50's, all encouraging women to do right by their men, if they did nothing else in their life.
There were a few years where we seemed worlds apart, and neither of us really understood the other. I'm using the two of us as an example because, while we were so close all through middle and high school, we wanted completely different lifestyles.
You all may know I got married at 19. I wanted to be a wife and mother, cook and clean, and leave my husband to do the dirty labor outside our home. I realize, now, that it was a naive take on life, but let me be clear. I didn't plan on staying home for my husband's sake. I didn't just want to take care of him. At the time, it was what I wanted (never mind that I won't EVER do dishes by hand and we didn't have a child until 8 years later).
Yes, I've changed over the years. My needs and goals are different than they were a decade ago, and the same has happened for Miss Weiner. Priorities have been swapped, wants have been compromised, and wisdom seems even more elusive. Thankfully, I still have my best friend.
So here I am, at 30, thinking about feminism and what it really means. To me, it's simple: Doing what makes me happy and not conforming to anyone else's beliefs about what I should be doing simply because I am a woman. It also means being responsible for my own success. I am a feminist, after all.
What does feminism mean to you?
**You'll really want to check out THIS extra-short post about Miss Weiner**
Sanity or Patience: choose one.
Do you ever have one of those moments where you think, "HA! I am sane!" Then you step in dog poo with your bare feet and remember it was your idea to get the puppy...?