An interesting thing about choice feminism (at least, as I understand it) is that it can work both ways. Because culture places both genders into expectation boxes. To be clear, the expectations seem more likely to weigh more heavily on women.
But I grew up in a culture where men watched baseball in summar and football in fall. Men went hunting and fishing during the appropriate seasons (which included ice fishing in winter). Men fixed leaky faucets but could only cook on a grill. And so on.
All of which made it kind of awkward for a short, skinny, unathletic, unhandy boy who liked nothing better than to "stick his nose in" (the phrase my mother liked to use) a book.
Ideally, that the stay-at-home is dad should be as unremarkable as that the executive is mom. (As well as that dad comes home to dad, or mom comes home to mom.) (And I should also say that, in an ideal economy, a family could get by on one income, so stay-at-home would be more doable. But on that score, I'll have to dream.)
An interesting thing about choice feminism (at least, as I understand it) is that it can work both ways. Because culture places both genders into expectation boxes. To be clear, the expectations seem more likely to weigh more heavily on women.
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All of which made it kind of awkward for a short, skinny, unathletic, unhandy boy who liked nothing better than to "stick his nose in" (the phrase my mother liked to use) a book.
Yeah, I can relate.
I recently realized that I'm still bitter about all the homophobic harassment I received in the dorms in my freshman year. That might be why I've had few heterosexual male friends as an adult.
I actually met a woman who had a BA in semiotics from Brown who had worked as a stripper.
I had a BA in anthropology from Vanderbilt when I worked as a stripper.
msbelle,
I have been thinking about you. hang in there. I hope you have a decent weekend.
I had a BA in anthropology from Vanderbilt when I worked as a stripper.
Well, yeah, but anthropologists will strip down at the least provocation.
Woot! My coworker and I accidentally got in the elevator with the CEO, on our way to lunch, and we were totally in the middle of a smart-sounding work-related conversation! Score.
How apropo that I stumble into a hairy leg conversation as I'm online looking to book a waxing.
Happy Birthday Raq!
Happy Birthday Kathy!
About to head out to deposit my paycheck and federal tax refund. Man, it's going to look like I'm solvent until I buy new tires and book my flight to Pasadena!
oh jesus christ.
I have not even started my taxes yet.
