Jean, You've convinced me
WOMS 101 (Women's Studies).
This class is about women activism.
I'm not political.
The class really should be called: Don't get pregnant.
We've read this book called The Motherhood Manifesto. Very interesting and whatnot but freaky about having kids in the United States. I read it and told Jeff that when we have kids we're moving back to Canada. No way are we staying here. He put up a fuss and asked me why. I couldn't articulate the reasons as eloquently as the book. So I just babbled in a passionate manner and tried to use political sounding words every once in a while. He wasn't convinced.
Then on Monday we watched a Ricky Lake birthing video. Not just a regular birthing video but a video about how hospitals are evil and that we should all have at home births. I walked out of the class because I felt like I was going to burst into tears, faint or throw up. Or some combination thereof. You mothers are my heroes. I went home and told Jeff that we weren't going to have kids.
My stress in the class was compounded by the fact that our first paper was being returned. This is the professor who on the first day of class said "I'm not your friend." She's pretty intimidating. I'm one of those people who doesn't like silence in a classroom. If a prof asks a question I'll talk. She doesn't have any facial expression, so I can't tell if what I'm saying is moronic or fascinating. Very odd. Anyway, she kept talking about A+ papers and I know for a fact that I took a very different approach. I was thinking, "Ok. Maybe I got a B. Or maybe a C." When she handed the papers back at the end of class I didn't look at it right away because I didn't want to cry in front of anyone. I got an A+. I was still feeling queezy from the birthing video.
I went to bible study on Monday and talked to one of the women there about the birthing video. She started talking about giving birth, and it's not that her story was bad or anything. Just normal birth stuff. I got queezy again. I'm a total wimp.
This class is about women activism.
I'm not political.
The class really should be called: Don't get pregnant.
We've read this book called The Motherhood Manifesto. Very interesting and whatnot but freaky about having kids in the United States. I read it and told Jeff that when we have kids we're moving back to Canada. No way are we staying here. He put up a fuss and asked me why. I couldn't articulate the reasons as eloquently as the book. So I just babbled in a passionate manner and tried to use political sounding words every once in a while. He wasn't convinced.
Then on Monday we watched a Ricky Lake birthing video. Not just a regular birthing video but a video about how hospitals are evil and that we should all have at home births. I walked out of the class because I felt like I was going to burst into tears, faint or throw up. Or some combination thereof. You mothers are my heroes. I went home and told Jeff that we weren't going to have kids.
My stress in the class was compounded by the fact that our first paper was being returned. This is the professor who on the first day of class said "I'm not your friend." She's pretty intimidating. I'm one of those people who doesn't like silence in a classroom. If a prof asks a question I'll talk. She doesn't have any facial expression, so I can't tell if what I'm saying is moronic or fascinating. Very odd. Anyway, she kept talking about A+ papers and I know for a fact that I took a very different approach. I was thinking, "Ok. Maybe I got a B. Or maybe a C." When she handed the papers back at the end of class I didn't look at it right away because I didn't want to cry in front of anyone. I got an A+. I was still feeling queezy from the birthing video.
I went to bible study on Monday and talked to one of the women there about the birthing video. She started talking about giving birth, and it's not that her story was bad or anything. Just normal birth stuff. I got queezy again. I'm a total wimp.