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Showing posts with label femimother. Show all posts
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Saturday, October 13, 2007

What "Feminist" Means To Us

You just don't want to miss the Carnival of Radical Feminists. Doesn't that just sounds like . . .Well, use your own imagination and leave a comment about the picture that forms in your own mind.

Of great comfort to me is that I'm not the only one who isn't so much disturbed by pornography as the trend toward violent pornography. The mixture of sex and violence in mainstream television, on the Internet, novels, commercials (Misogynistic Violence for Breakfast) - well, it's a highly disturbing trend every mother of a girl should be concerned about. Hell, every woman should be concerned about it. The presence of violence as a legitimate turn-on is a clue to how angry men are and how they fantasize about re-obtaining power.

Friday, June 15, 2007

Shoemotional



By Tracee Sioux

While I don't want my daughter to believe she IS her clothing. I have to confess to a bizarre attachment to a pair of dancing shoes I no longer have.

While packing for my femimother weekend I felt an old familiar yearning for my black dancing shoes. I lost one of them on a trip home to see my parents probably three or four years ago. I had been wearing them since college and had never worn any other pair of shoes out dancing.

They were really high, black Sandy from Grease in the very last scene when she's turned bad-girl, dancing shoes. They provided me this sense of balance and confidence and laissez fair and sexy that I don't normally possess. I felt powerful and carefree in them and I really only ever wore them dancing.

I kept the one remaining shoe in my closet for years after the other was gone. I kept hoping, even praying, the other would magically turn up. I'm sure it's on the side of the road in New Mexico living out a very Jitterbug Perfume life (or was that Still Life with Woodpecker?)

Omigod (so, totally stole that from my friend Rebecca), I just did a search for Tom Robbins and apparently he has written a new book I had not heard about. Wild Ducks Flying Backward seems to be a collection of short stories and I just got about as aroused as if I had found my other shoe. I'm so buying that immediately!




Femimother Must Go On Vacation Alone

By Tracee Sioux

One of the best ways to empower children, in my experience, is to get away without them for a weekend. It sends the message that they can and should be somewhat independent. They will, after all, be going out in the world without me eventually.

It gives their father the opportunity to be their primary caregiver (though there is a rumor going around that he's asked his mom to babysit while he plays golf on Father's Day.) Happy Father's Day Honey! It also gives the impression that I, though I am their mother, can and should take time for my self. I existed pre-kid and I will exist post-kid, and in the meantime, I can take a vacation from them.

I expect this weekend to be quite liberating. I'm going to Houston on a little errand for a family member in need of a wheelchair. I'm going to pick one up and hang out with a good friend of mine. Oh the pure pleasure of a good deed turned run of good luck. The best, absolutely best part about the whole deal is that she has not had children yet. So our conversations need not include children, nor do they need to be interrupted by the demands of any. My appendages are staying home. I do not intend to prattle on endlessly about them. They already get nearly all of my time and attention.

I adore my children, but sometimes after one of them has been sick and we've been home all week and my husband has had meetings virtually every night, I'm just plain tired of their company. And that's not only okay - I think it's the healthiest part of my femimothering style.

I must go out and have fun and have adult conversation and feel like a self again. I will be back on Monday to do my mothering (and my blogging) and no one will have suffered irreparable damage. To think otherwise is just a bit of mothering-conceit.
Showing posts with label femimother. Show all posts
Showing posts with label femimother. Show all posts

Saturday, October 13, 2007

What "Feminist" Means To Us

You just don't want to miss the Carnival of Radical Feminists. Doesn't that just sounds like . . .Well, use your own imagination and leave a comment about the picture that forms in your own mind.

Of great comfort to me is that I'm not the only one who isn't so much disturbed by pornography as the trend toward violent pornography. The mixture of sex and violence in mainstream television, on the Internet, novels, commercials (Misogynistic Violence for Breakfast) - well, it's a highly disturbing trend every mother of a girl should be concerned about. Hell, every woman should be concerned about it. The presence of violence as a legitimate turn-on is a clue to how angry men are and how they fantasize about re-obtaining power.

Friday, June 15, 2007

Shoemotional



By Tracee Sioux

While I don't want my daughter to believe she IS her clothing. I have to confess to a bizarre attachment to a pair of dancing shoes I no longer have.

While packing for my femimother weekend I felt an old familiar yearning for my black dancing shoes. I lost one of them on a trip home to see my parents probably three or four years ago. I had been wearing them since college and had never worn any other pair of shoes out dancing.

They were really high, black Sandy from Grease in the very last scene when she's turned bad-girl, dancing shoes. They provided me this sense of balance and confidence and laissez fair and sexy that I don't normally possess. I felt powerful and carefree in them and I really only ever wore them dancing.

I kept the one remaining shoe in my closet for years after the other was gone. I kept hoping, even praying, the other would magically turn up. I'm sure it's on the side of the road in New Mexico living out a very Jitterbug Perfume life (or was that Still Life with Woodpecker?)

Omigod (so, totally stole that from my friend Rebecca), I just did a search for Tom Robbins and apparently he has written a new book I had not heard about. Wild Ducks Flying Backward seems to be a collection of short stories and I just got about as aroused as if I had found my other shoe. I'm so buying that immediately!




Femimother Must Go On Vacation Alone

By Tracee Sioux

One of the best ways to empower children, in my experience, is to get away without them for a weekend. It sends the message that they can and should be somewhat independent. They will, after all, be going out in the world without me eventually.

It gives their father the opportunity to be their primary caregiver (though there is a rumor going around that he's asked his mom to babysit while he plays golf on Father's Day.) Happy Father's Day Honey! It also gives the impression that I, though I am their mother, can and should take time for my self. I existed pre-kid and I will exist post-kid, and in the meantime, I can take a vacation from them.

I expect this weekend to be quite liberating. I'm going to Houston on a little errand for a family member in need of a wheelchair. I'm going to pick one up and hang out with a good friend of mine. Oh the pure pleasure of a good deed turned run of good luck. The best, absolutely best part about the whole deal is that she has not had children yet. So our conversations need not include children, nor do they need to be interrupted by the demands of any. My appendages are staying home. I do not intend to prattle on endlessly about them. They already get nearly all of my time and attention.

I adore my children, but sometimes after one of them has been sick and we've been home all week and my husband has had meetings virtually every night, I'm just plain tired of their company. And that's not only okay - I think it's the healthiest part of my femimothering style.

I must go out and have fun and have adult conversation and feel like a self again. I will be back on Monday to do my mothering (and my blogging) and no one will have suffered irreparable damage. To think otherwise is just a bit of mothering-conceit.