Feminist blogging
I've been making my way through lots of feminist blogs lately (a big part of the reason I've been so keen to keep posting here), and so many of them are warming my shackles. I'm not sure what my shackles are, or why they need to be warmed, or even if I've spelt them correctly... but boy are they warm.I've been slowly making my way through one which is, put simply, delightful.
Blue Milk is a feminist, a mother, a comedian (not really, I just mean she makes me laugh), a partner, a social commentator and many other things, asI am discovering. It's such a great experience to read someone's blog from the start, knowing that there are pages and pages of their life to discover. Harking back to some of my recent posts on marriage, this old post of hers includes some great comments from her readers where feminists share their thoughts on the good old surname question. Anyone who has/is/will face this as a question might find it as interesting as I did to see how people came to their decisions.
She also manages to indulge my love for stories from feminist parents, single mothers and gay parents. I'm sure this makes me seem like I'm aiming for some kind of political correctness rainbow award, but these non-traditional role models are really encouraging for me. I love that these women (and men) are creating their own rules, making their families work outside the box. It's what I want to do in my own life, and they balance out all the mainstream bullshit and fairytales we are fed about women, family and gender roles. She's honest about her good times and bad times, which I love.
This post made me giggle out loud (at work) and made people look at me like I was crazy. And it wasn't exactly easy to explain. I guess it just tickled my fancy as being just absurd enough to make up for the banality that mothering often seems (from the outside). As someone points out, you do have to remember sometimes that you're dealing with a child's mind.On the other hand, a single sentance from this post made me shiver.
"Parenthood can feel like flirting with your own disintegration"
Is it just me, or is that equal parts beautiful and terrifying?I don't doubt it's truth, which is why even though I look forward to being a mother I simulataneously wonder if I'll make it out alive... or resembling the woman I was going in. This blog really balances my hope and my fears. Which I think is positive.
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Blue Milk is a feminist, a mother, a comedian (not really, I just mean she makes me laugh), a partner, a social commentator and many other things, asI am discovering. It's such a great experience to read someone's blog from the start, knowing that there are pages and pages of their life to discover. Harking back to some of my recent posts on marriage, this old post of hers includes some great comments from her readers where feminists share their thoughts on the good old surname question. Anyone who has/is/will face this as a question might find it as interesting as I did to see how people came to their decisions.
She also manages to indulge my love for stories from feminist parents, single mothers and gay parents. I'm sure this makes me seem like I'm aiming for some kind of political correctness rainbow award, but these non-traditional role models are really encouraging for me. I love that these women (and men) are creating their own rules, making their families work outside the box. It's what I want to do in my own life, and they balance out all the mainstream bullshit and fairytales we are fed about women, family and gender roles. She's honest about her good times and bad times, which I love.
This post made me giggle out loud (at work) and made people look at me like I was crazy. And it wasn't exactly easy to explain. I guess it just tickled my fancy as being just absurd enough to make up for the banality that mothering often seems (from the outside). As someone points out, you do have to remember sometimes that you're dealing with a child's mind.On the other hand, a single sentance from this post made me shiver.
"Parenthood can feel like flirting with your own disintegration"
Is it just me, or is that equal parts beautiful and terrifying?I don't doubt it's truth, which is why even though I look forward to being a mother I simulataneously wonder if I'll make it out alive... or resembling the woman I was going in. This blog really balances my hope and my fears. Which I think is positive.
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