I think the feminist party platform stopped requiring leg hair in about 1982. Also I think you're allowed to be a Hooters Girl now, but only if you have a BA in semiotics from Brown.
Natter 69: Practically names itself.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Oh, sure -- I'm not trying to imply it's a real issue for the vast majority of people in the world.
I'd never heard of choice feminism either. I had to look it up.
I don't think it's feminist to be subservient if a woman is staying at home and not working with the reasoning that women should be "helpmates" to men or that women are "naturally" better at running a household and women need men to take care of them/run their lives/whatever.
At this point, I'll accept feminist support from anyone who actually, like, respects my privacy and reproductive health and choices, and doesn't propose and pass laws to keep me subservient to the patriarchy.
Um.
Isn't the old-school feminist stereotype that leg hair is required? I've never heard of "choice feminism."
Choice feminism, is, as far as I understand it, feminism with the understanding that not actually availing yourself of the job you just got the right to (or keeping wearing the girdle you got the right to burn) is also a choice. So, yeah, you can have the hairy legs of freedom, but you can also wear a corset of freedom if you wish.
A visible portion of women believe you're selling out the side if you don't actually burn the bra, so to speak.
Okay--the rooibos tea in the teamaker? Epiphany! The bag of Rooibos Tropica is coming out of the cupboard. I'd totally been oversteeping or...something. I dunno. But how I'd been doing it before was nasty. But controlled 208°r; for 5:30 is really really fresh and nice. This honeymoon period is really nice.
And, boy, am I ever glad I found that stack of BBaB 20% off coupons.
May sleep in the garage tonight. I just can't even.
Choice feminism, is, as far as I understand it, feminism with the understanding that not actually availing yourself of the job you just got the right to (or keeping wearing the girdle you got the right to burn) is also a choice. So, yeah, you can have the hairy legs of freedom, but you can also wear a corset of freedom if you wish.
I would just call that feminism, but nobody asked me. I haven't been a feminist spokesperson in nearly 20 years!
Oh dear, msbelle.
Oh, msbelle, I'm sorry.
A visible portion of women believe you're selling out the side if you don't actually burn the bra, so to speak.
Let me tell you, being a diehard feminist and *choosing* to ASK my male partner to hit me with things that go THWACK! is a mindfuck of gargantuan proportions. Intellectually, I am down with it. I own my sexuality and my kink and my desires. I ask for it, I *choose* it.
But there is a part of me that cringes and thinks it's horrific and that I am the biggest sellout to the patriarchy EVER.