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I would just like to say, I'm a feminist.
I say this because there is so much backward looking breast beating at the moment with pathetic teenage girls who seem to think that calling themselves a feminist is synonymous with suggesting they are a lesbian (not that there is anything wrong with that of course, but try telling that to a teenage girl in your average high school)or some kind of hairy armed man hater.
Even serious ex-feminists seem to be agonising about where they went wrong.
I heard a particularly annoying thing on the radio about whether the childhood obesity epidemic is all the fault of feminism because selfish mothers are no longer staying at home to cook nutritious and healthy food for their darlings.
Not one dratted person on that show pointed out that men are not congenitally incapable of doing the shopping or cooking!
But really, my feminism goes way back to childhood.
You know that song, the one that goes "oh Susannah, don't you cry for me..."?
Well, i always hated it, thinking that if the best thing this poor sap could come up with for his poor gal than a bit of impro on his banjo, well he could sling his hook and get right back on that train to Alabama until he sharpened up his ideas.
Yes, i was probably missing the point.
The other time i missed the point was with that other hated song that goes, "My old man said follow the van..."
I interpreted that as wife abuse. I mean, if he didn't want to lose her, how come he didn't just give her a lift? I thought she was better off finding a new home with a man with a Mercedes.
I am afraid i may also have sneered a little at my best friend when she declared she wanted to do the school's bun baking class on Friday afternoons because she wanted to learn how to feed her husband.
And what worthy course did i choose instead?
Macrame.
No one changed the world with an ornamental owl and a hanging pot holder.
I hang my head in shame.
That's it, rant over.
;-)
I say this because there is so much backward looking breast beating at the moment with pathetic teenage girls who seem to think that calling themselves a feminist is synonymous with suggesting they are a lesbian (not that there is anything wrong with that of course, but try telling that to a teenage girl in your average high school)or some kind of hairy armed man hater.
Even serious ex-feminists seem to be agonising about where they went wrong.
I heard a particularly annoying thing on the radio about whether the childhood obesity epidemic is all the fault of feminism because selfish mothers are no longer staying at home to cook nutritious and healthy food for their darlings.
Not one dratted person on that show pointed out that men are not congenitally incapable of doing the shopping or cooking!
But really, my feminism goes way back to childhood.
You know that song, the one that goes "oh Susannah, don't you cry for me..."?
Well, i always hated it, thinking that if the best thing this poor sap could come up with for his poor gal than a bit of impro on his banjo, well he could sling his hook and get right back on that train to Alabama until he sharpened up his ideas.
Yes, i was probably missing the point.
The other time i missed the point was with that other hated song that goes, "My old man said follow the van..."
I interpreted that as wife abuse. I mean, if he didn't want to lose her, how come he didn't just give her a lift? I thought she was better off finding a new home with a man with a Mercedes.
I am afraid i may also have sneered a little at my best friend when she declared she wanted to do the school's bun baking class on Friday afternoons because she wanted to learn how to feed her husband.
And what worthy course did i choose instead?
Macrame.
No one changed the world with an ornamental owl and a hanging pot holder.
I hang my head in shame.
That's it, rant over.
;-)