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What a Feminist Looks Like

America and Vietnam

Lipstick and Violence:  America and Vietnam, Chicago Women's Liberation Union Poster, 1970s


I was born in 1952, and so I became a teenager, a college student, a young woman during the era of Second Wave feminism.    In those days, feminist women, “women’s libbers,” as they were called were what we would now describe as “bad” – in the most positive of the word’s meanings.   They were bad and bad-ass.  They were take-no-guff, take-no-prisoners kinds of women.  As Phyllis Chesler said of those years and her radical feminist sisters, “We were giants.”   And she’s right; I was there, and feminist women really, really were giants.  The Second Wave had a certain swagger, a compelling, intriguing bravado,  a sort of tribal, don’t-mess-with-me, mystique which was at once attractive and intriguing and also intimidating and even frightening.  My first ex (who died some years back), a leftist and Black nationalist in those years, despised the “women’s libbers.”   He enjoyed nothing so much as to badmouth and berate them, in particular, for their appearance.  He would rant and rave on and on incredulously:  “Can you believe how they dress?  Flannel shirts, no bras, baggy jeans, overalls and combat boots.  No makeup.  Pea coats.  You can’t even tell what they look like under all that shit!”  It angered him.  He resented them.  His idea was, women existed for his viewing pleasure, and clearly, they had missed that memo.


Economic Justice for Women March, Chicago, 1974 

Economic Justice for Women March, Chicago, 1974  

I was alternately repelled by them and drawn to them.  I admired and respected them so much.  At the same time, I couldn’t relate at all.  By way of what mental or emotional gymnastics or feats of magic or derring-do were they able to just get up in the morning, run a brush through their (usually long) hair, throw on their wire-rimmed spectacles, flannels and jeans and meet whatever the day should bring their way?   Why didn’t the hostile and antagonistic reactions of men get to them?  Did they ever miss being thought of as pretty or attractive or desirable?  Did they ever miss male attention?

How did they do that?

Robin Morgan 

Robin Morgan with her son, Blake 

I remember a certain moment in my life the way I remember only this type of moment:  it was a watershed moment, in which I chose a certain path over another one I was considering.  I had been actively involved in radical politics, the peace movement and the Civil Rights movement especially.  I’d done my share of marching and participated in actions and boycotts, the closing down of the University of
Washington and the occupying of the ROTC building.  I hadn’t involved myself too deeply, though, in feminism.  And part of the reason was, I just didn’t think I could do what those women did.  I couldn’t throw out all my clothes and shoes in favor of Army surplus.  I couldn’t envision just letting my hair do whatever it did.  I couldn’t imagine life without makeup or undergarments.  I knew I could be a feminist without changing my appearance, of course, but I also knew intuitively – the way women know things, as Catharine A. MacKinnon says, “with our lives,” before we have any theory to describe what we know – that my resistance and my reluctance meant I wasn’t really a feminist.   Not the way these women were. 

 Andrea Dworkin and Women Against Pornography

Andrea Dworkin and Women Against Pornography

Anyway, I had gone to the stacks at the UW library with the idea of just reading about feminism, reading feminist materials, teaching myself about the women’s movement, “let me check this out for myself,” kind of a deal.  As I flipped through various books and pamphlets, looked at the art, while what I saw appealed to me and drew me in just as the feminists I knew did, the bottom line was, I just wasn’t there.  I remember looking at one book in particular:  Up from the Pedestal.  I checked it out actually, never brought it back, and I think I still have it.  On the cover was a cartoon rendering of a superwoman-type figure with her arm held high, like she was flying, or about to fly.  I knew I wasn’t ready to fly. 

Liberation School, Chicago, 1974

Many choices, decisions, twists and turns of fate, and several decades of living as a woman under male supremacy later, I made my way back to that fork in the road, and this time, all those many years later, I took the turn marked “Second Wave radical feminist.”  By now I had suffered deeply for that decision I’d made in the library stacks.  I wished I’d been able, wished I’d had what it took, to make a different decision in that watershed moment, for many reasons, one of which was, I would not have had to wrestle with 30 or so additional years of what Germaine Greer has called women’s “defect of narcissism,” our ongoing inability to arrive at a satisfactory self-image.  Greer’s theory is that it is only when a woman arrives at a compromise she feels is acceptable, in terms of  her looks, that she feels secure with men, and so she is compelled to alter this, alter that, camouflage this, change that.  The irony is, it’s not really men who are compelling her, certainly not directly.  Men aren’t saying, “I won’t go out with you unless you put on your false eyelashes,” or your makeup, or whatever.  In fact, many men dislike these latter, even traditional men.  It’s also not that women want artificiality in their looks.  What they are compelled towards is an artificiality that masquerades as “natural,” to be viewed as that epitome of womanhood, the “natural” beauty.  The irony is the breathtaking beauty which is IN what women are naturally.  Because those swaggering, bad-ass radical feminists, possessed of enough courage, even bravado, that they could assemble crowds of 100,000 or more, commanding the whole world’s attention in flannels and combat boots, shouting into bullhorns demands the world could not ignore?  They were beautiful.  In a way which cannot be applied, created or mimicked. 

It takes a certain kind of hubris, a certain kind of healthy (nondefective) narcissism, a certain kind of, hell yeah, self-love and real pride to conduct one’s life and political activism with that kind of swagger and that kind of courage.  I suspect it takes all of the above to do the kind of work that makes real change in the world.   So the issue in my mind is not whether feminists should or shouldn’t wear whatever or do whatever to themselves.  The issue is more, are swagger, pride, self-love, bravado, courage, nondefective narcissism – in ourselves, in other women — beautiful to us? My thinking is, as with my own watershed moment in the library stacks, how we answer this question tells us less about what we do or don't have to be or do to be feminists, and more about whether in fact, a feminist is what we really are and want to be.




25 thoughts on “What a Feminist Looks Like

  1. Real niiiiize. You have such a wonderful way with words that even someone who hasn’t gone through what you’re describing, it’s immediate and empathizable. Thank godde you’re prolific, because I love reading what you have to say.

    Posted by Danielle | June 6, 2006, 10:53 pm
  2. Gawd you’re good, Heart. Brilliant. This:

    The issue is more, are swagger, pride, self-love, bravado, courage, nondefective narcissism – in ourselves, in other women — beautiful to us? My thinking is, as with my own watershed moment in the library stacks, how we answer this question tells us less about what we do or don’t have to be or do to be feminists, and more about whether in fact, a feminist is what we really are and want to be.

    just pretty much says it for me. I think I’ve always understood this but never really had a way to articulate it until you did it right there. We take ‘beauty’ as defined by Patriarchal standards for granted. As feminists, we need to challenge that always.

    I would love to see a world where girls are valued from birth for their ideas, work, relationships, and characters and never EVER for how they look to others. If such a society existed where girls grew up knowing that they were valued regardless of their gender comformity, would women even consider smearing colored powder on their eyelids, implanting saline bags in their chests, restricting their abdomens in girdles, or any of the other numerous things we have come to consider acceptable (and not just acceptable but desirable and typical) for women to do? I think not!

    The appeal of feminism, to me, is that is says women are NOT what gender decrees that we should be and we shouldn’t have to pretend or change anything about ourselves to be valued. I’ve always found self-proclaimed feminists’ justification for and defense of femininity a bit of a paradox. It’s like, let’s all work together to make things better for women but let’s also defend and embrace one of the biggest tools of oppression there is. It’s kind of like saying, I want to tear down the walls that keep me unjustly imprisoned, but I’m going to leave the foundation and mortar and bricks up because I like the way they look. Well good luck gettin’ free that way. I mean, women can tell themselves that all they want but I’m not buying it. I totally get that the prison you know may feel safer than a freedom that none of us can wholly comprehend, but if you’re going to call yourself a feminist you gotta at least be willing to reach for it and that’s going to mean letting go of some things you probably find comforting and therefore don’t want to give up.

    It’s a process for all of us. ‘Watershed moment’ is a good way of putting it. I’ve had a few of ’em.

    Posted by Sassafras | June 6, 2006, 11:32 pm
  3. Yes! we are kickass women!

    Posted by nectarine | June 6, 2006, 11:40 pm
  4. Great post Heart. Every one has their own path to the truth, even in radical feminsim.There is so much to confuse one. The fact though is that these women did it and have given the rest of us, books, and articles and now websites to start figuring it out and thinking for ourselves and looking at fear as something to face, instead of running away from. We can’t let their works disapear and reinvent the wheel every generation. Even before these women, there were women fighting and our generation lost them. The only good thing about the fundamental right is that those who think the fight was won and now we are equal are in for a big surprise. It has come around again. Abortion and gay rights, hatred for the poor, racism and the slash and burn of the environment are all connected.
    Anyway, thanks for this post. I didn’t get it at the time either.

    Posted by rhondda | June 7, 2006, 1:56 am
  5. Yes, Heart, and I was born the year after you, and it also took me 30 years to become a real feminist. I’m still becoming one. It feels great to be among you at last.

    Posted by r0cky | June 7, 2006, 3:07 am
  6. i love, love, love this piece, heart. it speaks to me so much and to the ‘watershed moments’ i’ve been going through lately. i feel like i’ve been having a rapid growth spurt recently and fortunately i’ve actually been in the right frame of mind to experience it. every day i feel like a whole new woman. a WHOLE new woman.

    as always, thanks for you wonderful words and perspective.
    xoxo, jared

    Posted by ms. jared | June 7, 2006, 4:02 am
  7. You said that so “effortsley” we come from the same gereration and i hear it all so clearly.

    Posted by anna | June 7, 2006, 7:47 am
  8. Men aren’t saying, “I won’t go out with you unless you put on your false eyelashes,” or your makeup, or whatever. In fact, many men dislike these latter, even traditional men. It’s also not that women want artificiality in their looks. What they are compelled towards is an artificiality that masquerades as “natural,” to be viewed as that epitome of womanhood, the “natural” beauty.

    I am so glad you have weighed in on this so superbly. Your perspective on this is really needed. That Robin Morgan picture almost made me cry. God, they were beautiful, weren’t they? They still are. It’s almost surreal how you can see such strength in just a small little black-and-white, reprinted on the Internet, taken thirty-plus years ago.

    Posted by Edith | June 7, 2006, 8:29 am
  9. Sass: I’ve always found self-proclaimed feminists’ justification for and defense of femininity a bit of a paradox. It’s like, let’s all work together to make things better for women but let’s also defend and embrace one of the biggest tools of oppression there is. It’s kind of like saying, I want to tear down the walls that keep me unjustly imprisoned, but I’m going to leave the foundation and mortar and bricks up because I like the way they look.

    Exactly! This is so great, it should be its own post! I like that connection you've clarified there, too: defenses of makeup are defenses of femininity. I like what CAM says, "There is nothing like femininity to dignify one's indignity as one's identity." The goal of feminism is to abolish "masculinity" and "femininity"– how is that goal enhanced by these apologetics for routinely practicing the rituals of femininity?

    Then, yes, to — was it you, Sass? — whoever made reference to woman-defined beauty. Heck, yeah! Why and how did we forget that project? When did it get to be about defenses of traditional femininity? While I'm opposed to viewing feminism as some set of rules or regulations or mandates delivered from some women to others, I'm also opposed to this, "feminism is whatever a woman says it is," kind of a deal. And I'm really opposed to this idea that feminism is about what we say or write or think, as though what we say or think or write should somehow be bracketed off from how we live or what we practice or advocate for?

    When radical feminists say, "the personal is political," that is a reference to insights which emerge from consciousness-raising. It means that we have talked about our lives, our realities, and as we talked, we realized that we were all experiencing certain abuses, certain violations because we are women. In the case of makeup, it might mean that when we got to talking, we all realized that we each individually thought that our faces were "ugly" or at least not as nice as they could be without makeup. We thought that our skin tone or our blemishes or the color of our lips or the shape of our eyes or the size of our nose or discolorations or scars or freckles made us unattractive, and we thought the solution was makeup, and having made ourselves up to "fix" our "flaws," we then found we had to keep on doing that because otherwise we felt self-conscious.   We worried about how people would respond to us if they saw us "without our faces on."  We might talk about incidents we recalled of being insulted or ridiculed or the feelings we had seeing the airbrushed, made-up girls and women in magazines. As we talked we would realize that this was not something which had happened to each of us personally or individually; the experience wasn't unique to us, in other words– we had all had some variation of this experience, whereas no boys or men had had the experience, which removed our experiences out of the realm of the personal and located them solidly in the realm of the political. The anger these revelations generated among us might be enough to get us throwing out our makeup that same day. What wouldn't be so helpful in this process would be to start telling each other that even though we realized we *were* being violated and abused because we were women, maybe it wasn't really that bad, and we kind of liked it sometimes, and it's not our fault that we like it, it's all mens' fault, and that being so, we shouldn't be concerned about it, we should just be glad we knew about it and are angry about it. That level of hopelessness combined with rage might definitely produce the angry manhaters of patriarchal mythology! But we're not that– we're determined women, revolutionaries, dedicated to the overthrow of patriarchy– aren't we? That's a hopeful thing. And in part, the hopefulness lies in the fact that change IS possible for us, that we don't have to keep living as we lived, doing what we've always done, we can live differently, and it will be so much *better*, less *expensive*, and we'll be happier with ourselves and will enjoy the self-confidence that accompanies acting in our own best interests. That's what it means to be "empowered." Empowerment doesn't consist of saying, "Men suck, look what they did to us, well, we can't help it, but at least we agree that men suck." :/

    Empowerment has to do with exploring, envisioning, finding ways OUT of all of the crap that is being forced on us, once we've understood that it *was* forced on us for political reasons. It's maybe something like realizing you are being blackmailed and thinking you are the only one, nobody knows, nobody understands, and you don't really want anybody to know, so you are paying up faithfully every week.  Then one day you get to talking and some brave soul speaks up and says, "You know, I'm being blackmailed."  And everybody chimes in, and you find out you are ALL being blackmailed, and you are all paying up each week, so given that there is power in numbers, you all decide to STOP paying and to call the cops!  (Hopefully the blackmailer isn't a cop, but that's a different discussion!). But what if instead of getting mad, stopping payment on our latest checks and calling the cops, we said, "Well, it's not really all that bad to be blackmailed. I feel such relief each time I send my check because I know the blackmailer won't beat me up then.  I'm really used to paying every week, it doesn't seem right to just stop, I sort of like it now, it's part of my routine." :/ When we say to each other, "Damn! Let's stop sending in our checks and call the cops!" we are *empowered*. We've got more money now, more time, less stress, and way more confidence because we know what we can accomplish just by coming together and talking about our lives with a goal to making them better.

    Anna, Rhondda and r0cky, so good to be amongst my sister Second Wavers, even if we did arrive via a somewhat circuitous route! Ms Jared and Rhondda, very true that we come to feminism in our own way and that there's a sort of starts-and-fits quality to how we unfold as feminists. And SO true re reinventing the wheel every generation, Rhondda! In the past this was possible because women couldn't publish, couldn't work in the public sphere, couldn't teach, were restricted to home and so what we created and learned, our accomplishments did not get passed on successfully, were forgotten. This isn't true anymore, we can build on the past, we can recover it and publicize it and fight this ongoing erasure of the work of feminist women.

    Yeah, Edith, I love the photos I posted, and that one of Robin Morgan especially. She was absolutely a giant, but she was also an ordinary woman, like we all are, like all of the great feminists have been.


    Posted by womensspace | June 7, 2006, 8:18 pm
  10. And thanks, Danielle! What a nice thing to say, you cutie.


    Posted by womensspace | June 7, 2006, 8:20 pm
  11. I also love this piece! I was also born in 1952 and it takes me back to the late 60s when I first saw and read works by women with that swagger, pride, self love, bravado. It gave me a feeling I had never had before in my young life – for the very first time, I was PROUD TO BE A WOMAN.

    Posted by Branjor | June 7, 2006, 8:58 pm
  12. Been thinking about this loads today, I think the problem is that a lot of young feminists just dont know how it was, how strong those women were, because the maletream media either disparegas those women or compleatly ignores the gains they made. Also many of us have no idea that some of the things we take for granted were won by these women often at a really high price. Sometimes I just want to take feminists my age and younger (I’m twenty eight) and shake them and yell look, they did this!,and this!, and this!, and they did it for us! It realy angers me because it means those women that fought so hard are not given the credit and respect they deserve but also if women educated themselves about feminist history they could see that if we really fought hard we would make a diference, Maybe i should do a series of posts profiling our history.

    Posted by nectarine | June 7, 2006, 10:21 pm
  13. Also I was working with a group of socialist women on an anti sexism campaign and they had this idea that they were going to make stickers to stick on billboards that said “we don’t wear dungarees but this is sexist” jesus I told them that there was so much wrong with that that i didnt even know where to start! I did tho! and managed to explain so they realised what the problem was and didnt use it

    Posted by nectarine | June 7, 2006, 10:49 pm
  14. Branjor, YES! PROUD TO BE A WOMAN. A WOMAN UNMODIFIED!! That’s EXACTLY the feeling I’m describing. I love that last photo I have there– a traditionally beautiful woman who could probably engage in every last beauty ritual and pull it off, could probably be a real “hawtie” as male supremacy counts such things, and yet there she is in her overalls and unadorned with her arms and legs crossed, frowning, sort of like, “Say what?” And, “So what have you done for me lately?” That’s what I’m talking about!

    Honestly, what might happen if we all just once again went to wearing the “dungarees” — and geez, nectarine. The distance feminists will go sometimes to distance themselves from women unmodified. 😦 I mean honestly. If women in huge numbers started presenting as the women in those photos are, don’t you think there would be a huge reaction? What if women just stopped buying all of this crap?

    I’d love to see you list all of the things these women have done, and given, for all of us. I know they’d love it, too. Some of them, the ones still living, aren’t doing so well. 😦 And even I referred to Robin Morgan in the past tense up there somewhere, when she is very much alive and kicking. But as we get older, become crones, we get tired of fighting all the lies and garbage and propaganda and spin, and so we just kind of let things be. How great it would be to see young women picking that up and running with it!


    Posted by womensspace | June 8, 2006, 1:21 am
  15. Heart,

    I just wanted to say that your comments here are almost as strong as your OP, although of course, worded differently!

    I also wanted to say that I just found out what’s been going down at genderberg and that I really support you. I’m odd_dittee over there and I’m not allowed to post currently (though that’s a different story), but I just wanted you to know that I think your post was very excellent, not at all condescending, and true to what I happen to believe radical feminism is.

    Posted by Edith | June 9, 2006, 6:33 pm
  16. awesome post. I’ve been reading this debate across several blogs for this last little while and I find that I honestly don’t understand how critiquing how femininity is defined/illustrated, discussing how femininity, as we know it, is a social construct, a gender role, turns into “YOU’RE HORRIBLE IF YOU WEAR LIPSTICK!!” I mean, I just go “huh? what? that’s not what was said.” even this apparent horribleness of saying to a woman “you’re participating in your own oppression” makes me go, “um… yeah?” why is it so hard to see gender roles as oppressive? isn’t “femininity” a gender role? and since I’ve been taught femininity since birth, since I’ve seen, been treated, been relegated etc into this role since birth, it’s not at all surprising that *all* of the ecruitements (I have no fucking idea how this word is spelt and my spell check isn’t helping. whatever) of that role, of femininity would be difficult to let go of, in a really deep way for many of us. I still wear makeup. am I horrible? am I not a feminist? *rolls eyes* of course not. am I “participating in my own oppression”? well… sure. of course. I’m limiting myself.

    gah. I don’t know if I’m making any sense or am saying what I want to say. I’m having a hell of a time articulating my feelings. and I don’t want to sound insensitive to women who feel attacked (or have been) for wearing makeup and shaving, I just honestly don’t understand. I mean, if someone came up to me and said “that makeup? you shaved? you do realize you’re participating in your own oppression right? and you’re making it harder for those of us who don’t conform to not be harassed for it.” I would say “yes. yes, I know. I’m doing what I can.”

    and your post was about a lot more than that (giants indeed!) but.. that’s all I have at the moment. even if it’s written poorly (horrors!) and is not brilliant (aghast!). the only way to get past my writing problems seems to just write, even if it’s uneven and unclear and stuff. and now I’m officially OT heh

    Posted by Cinder | June 9, 2006, 7:12 pm
  17. Hey, Edith and Cinder, thanks for those many good words, much appreciated. Cinder, you NEVER have to apologize for anything you write! I need to provide you with a good dose of Cinder-writing-pride! 🙂 I will get something together before August 3. 😉

    And so true– we all *do* participate in our own oppression. If nobody ever talks about it, then it may take a very long time for the light bulb to go on for us, if it ever does.

    I keep going back to that good point CAM and others have made: when we start talking about capitalism as an oppressive system, we inevitably have to talk about the fact that we all participate in that oppressive system. But nobody ever says, “OHMYGOD, YOU’VE SUGGESTED I’M PARTICIPATING IN MY OWN OPPRESSION, HOW DARE YOU.” It’s a no-brainer. Of course you are. Of course I am. We all are. And we all know it. Unless we are living self-sufficiently and off-the-grid, and even then.

    I’m remembering something I haven’t thought about for quite a while about the way women police and regulate one another. Okay, so it’s Friday and I’m tired but the hourglass is running– I’ll remember what I read and will come back and post it, because I think that’s what we’re dealing with here.


    Posted by womensspace | June 10, 2006, 4:24 am
  18. Second wave feminists freaking rocked hard and they still do. SO self possessed and walking on fire

    Posted by Jeyoani | June 10, 2006, 5:07 pm
  19. Ah, yes, and a lot of women looked good in those clothes. I am serious, look at the pictures, these women look pretty and energetic. And in case anyone wonders, I don’t say this from a lesbian or other ‘alternative’ point of view on women’s–I’m straight, American, and femmy.

    Nowadays fewer people look as healthy as those people did, and I buy more ‘girl’ stuff because even though I know what it means, I still like some of it. And/but it’s good to be reminded of those days. And the idea of what would happen if women stopped buying so much of this stuff is quite interesting.

    I hadn’t found this site before, I like it, thanks for maintaining it. I am depressed today and reading you all is quite cheering.

    Posted by Professor Zero | June 10, 2006, 11:43 pm
  20. What a great post, it helped to educate me on what women went through during those years. As a woman who came of age during the third wave of feminism, I am constantly in awe of what feminists in the sixties and seventies were able to accomplish, especially in the face of such great odds.

    Posted by Meg | June 19, 2006, 10:26 pm
  21. Heart, thank you for describing this period (of earlier feminism) to me in a way that no one ever has before. I’m not very profound so I don’t have a lot of intelligent comments to leave here but I will say that I can really relate to your initial feelings of reluctance towards committing to the movement wholeheartedly. I come from an environment where feminism was not only looked down upon but information about it was restricted in very real ways. I am trying to get attached to it at a time when many wimmin my age are already experienced enough to begin training the next generation. The idea that I could eventually reach the spiritual place where you are now gives me a lot of hope for my personal future.

    Posted by bint alshamsa | July 5, 2006, 4:05 pm
  22. Hey, bint, thanks for those good thoughts. I come from a similar background with yours in some ways. My father’s family, in particular, was *way* Old Country (European) traditional and patriarchal. In my family, boys were thus and so, girls were that and yay, and that was *it*, no negotiation allowed. When I was a little girl, I remember going “to town” with my mom, riding the bus, and wearing white gloves, patent leather shoes and a hat with my dress, and my mom wore the same. My brothers started going to rifle practice during hunting season with the men when they were 11, almost ritualistically, like a rite of passage. Girls and women stayed home, fixed the men’s food and packed it, worried til they got home. All of the women in the family focused on their looks, their weight, their kids, and their homes. When my girl cousins — older than me and I looked up to them — got together, the first thing they said to each other, I am not lieing, was, “Have you lost?” Meaning have you lost weight. They were all THIN. :/ So to go from that kind of upbringing to the University of Washington where the Second Wave was in its heydey– well, it was very much a culture shock. I was just kind of… hunh. What. And !!!!. 🙂 Being a flower child seemed to suit me much better, crunchy, granola, and I could still have long hair and do all the traditional stuff and find ways to defend all of the above as alternative because I did it a little differently than more conservative women.

    Well, life taught me a whole lot of things, often very painfully. Gloria Steinem says that feminism is the only radical movement where the movement’s older members tend to be more radical than its younger members. There are lots of reasons for that, but one is what older women have typically had to endure through the years which radicalized them in the first place.

    Well, thanks again for your good comment, bint.


    Posted by womensspace | July 5, 2006, 11:20 pm
  23. Thanks for you post. It is very interesting to read about your experience and great that you got there eventually.

    I was born in the mid60s and in Britain. The second wave feminist movement was, from what I’ve read, a little different from in the US. We didn’t have ‘Nam to bring us together.

    I am really lucky that my mum was a feminist and worked throughout my childhood. One of the few mums that did who didn’t have to financially. However, she had to pay for child care out of her salary. It is amazing to think that my dad was that reactionary as he too is very supportive of my professional life.

    She taught me, and my brother, to be independent and proud of who I was and my achievements. I don’t need other people’s approval because she gave me the strength to know myself.

    I might have to write a longer post on this when I had more time to think about it.

    Thanks again


    Posted by Cat | July 7, 2006, 10:59 pm
  24. I got here by way of the Carnival of Feminists XVIII. Greetings to a fellow relic of the Truman Administration born in the Year of the Dragon! I, too, have trod a long and circuitous route to feminism and I really enjoyed your post and your blog.

    Posted by KC | July 10, 2006, 1:08 am


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