Five things Feminism has done for me
Crimeficreader has done tagged me again. My first impulse was to run, and I did, round and round and ended up in the same position, but panting. I’m not going to tag anyone else.
Thanks for a continuing parade of new things to read, and especially for Charlote Perkins Gilman and The Yellow Wall-Paper.
Thanks for improving my quality of life and stripping away some of the veils that forced me to look at our existence with archaic perceptions. And for challenging long established conceptions of gender, sex rolls, etc.
For improving my sense of self and fostering the certainty that the things you don’t like about life can be changed.
For encouraging me to live with an equal partner instead of the infantalized construct I was brought up to expect.
For giving my daughters the knowledge that it is possible to do anything regardless of gender and for allowing them to be treated on an equal footing in law. For granting them the right to vote. For allowing them to own their own money, house, furniture, etc.
For widening the spectrum of women’s work from teacher, housewife, nun, nurse, whore, skivvy and cook, to almost anything.
For changing the culture in which we live.
For allowing us to dream.
Is that five?