There's been lots of talk lately about feminism. Maureen Dowd, usually revered by the modern woman pissed a lot of them off last week with her take on the issue. Maybe it's a conspiracy over at the New York Times, they were the ones who started it all up again with a story on women in Ivy League Colleges admitting that they most likely will abandon the career they haven't even obtained yet to marry and stay home to raise their children. I won't even begin to go there, except to say that anyone who claims to know what path they are going to choose years before they're confronted with it should be taken with a grain of salt, and a very large shot of tequila. With thirty-eight years, thirteen years of marriage, and three kids on my resume I 'm allowed to say that with a modicum of authority. Instead I was inspired to list things in my life that exemplify feminism in my life.
The first of which, and the source of inspiration being the sight of my long, dark, sculptured nails in the mirror of the gym as they wrapped around barbell I was curling.
2) Having my daughter ask me why we can't just print more money for victims of hurricane Katrina turn into a lesson in economics and civics.
3) My chosen profession allows me to practice part-time with all the benefits and respect if I worked full time, and my being home to parent gives me the opportunity to explore other means of personal satisfaction.
4) My boss is a woman.
5) My oldest son makes jewelry.
6) I can bake a pie and fix a toilet. (Not simultaneously, never fear.)
7) My husband knows not to dry my delicates when he does laundry.
8) I can throw a perfect spiral.
9) I know more about sports and the rules of football and hockey than my husband.
10) I walk around naked or in my underwear in the morning because I can.