Feminism Revisited: A Personal Journey

April 13, 2007 at 3:26 pm 3 comments

CompassThe Feminist Movement heydays were long over before I even knew I needed to stand up for my own rights. I grew up in an urban environment, single mother, poverty-ridden home.

Those who grow up in such situations are never thinking about fighting oppressive government policies, they are more concerned with just getting by from day to day. Will the electric be turned off today? Can we eat something more than mayonnaise sandwiches? Will my overworked, high-pressured, abusive mother snap again today? The last thing on my mind was fighting for my rights as a woman.

On top of everything else, there was school to keep my city survival skills sharp and church to make me feel small and insignificant – as if I didn’t have enough to accomplish that task already. One of the many things I learned in church was to be mad at the feminists. I didn’t know why, I just knew that I should. I knew they were out of control male wanna-bes.

Needing More

I married at a young age to a wonderful guy and started having children 18 months later. My focus was then on toddler chasing and house cleaning. I still didn’t know I should be concerned with my rights. In fact, at this point in the late 80s feminism was an intimidating topic for me. I just knew that I needed more than to stay at home with the kids. I was in dire need of some intellectual stimulation, but instead I tried to play the role of what the church declared to be a good wife and mother.

This is a dangerous situation for a family. My husband was working during the day and going to college at night. So I would care for the children all day – every day of the week. On the weekend, I would go to church to have them tell me how I should be happy since this was God’s design for woman.

I tried to be happy and to some extent I was happy. I had beautiful children whom I adored and a good husband. Beyond that, I was bored and feeling like a slave. It wasn’t that my husband didn’t love me, we just both fell into the traditional roles of the conservative Midwest, which worked for him – but it didn’t work for me. After years of this, I decided I couldn’t handle it anymore. I honestly didn’t know what I needed; I just knew I needed more than what I had.

I started rejecting the church’s notions on women and realizing I couldn’t possibly fit in the suffocating mold they had created for all women. It was time for me to take control of my own life. After years of discontentment, I decided I needed to go to school. This would change my life forever.

Finding Myself

I loved learning about astronomy, geology and reading classical writers. I loved writing long essay papers because in my mind they turned into works of art. Each letter was a stroke of a paintbrush and I would work for hours on one paragraph just to make sure it portrayed the message I intended. When it was finished, I would beam with pride over the art I had created. I had finally found what was missing in my life. I was a writer.

I learned a lot more at school too. I realized that not only could I disagree with the church, a step I had already taken, but I could also disagree with the government and even the president. Not only was it my right, but it was also my responsibility to voice dissent when I felt the need. I saw so much injustice for the poor when I was young and for women when I got older that I just couldn’t help but voice my dissent.

By the time I had matured to the point of realizing I needed to fight for my rights, I was well into my thirties. It seemed so late for me to start this process that most feminists had started in their late teens and early twenties during their college years. But I had a gift for writing and a passion for activism, so I decided against being intimidated any longer.

Now I spend my time studying and writing about the many grievances I have with the unbalanced social equilibrium of the sexes. When a person’s physical equilibrium is off, it is difficult to stand up straight or walk a straight line. In fact, they often get sick to their stomach. This is the same type of symptoms we see in our country, and even our world, because of the unbalanced social equilibrium between men and women.

Down With The Patriarchal System!

The Feminist movement is not the same as it was in the 70s. However, there are remnants of women who have not lost their vision of equality. These women understand how fragile our newly attained rights are, especially in a country led by a conservative government that still places archaic expectations on women. They know how important it is to speak for women like me when I was younger and had no voice.

It is time to find a cure for the injustices forced upon women. I want to see a healthy world that is balanced and fair. This is not a battle of the sexes; it is finally allowing the natural balance of power to run its course in every aspect of human interaction. It’s time for equal distribution in the scales of power – in the home, at the workplace and in the government.

I don’t see this balance being handed over easily to women though. This is something we have to take for our own by resisting the traditional feminine roles and stereotypes handed down from a patriarchal society. By rejecting these unjust expectations while embracing our rights as equal beings to the opposite sex, we can make huge strides.

There may be times when we have fight for those rights. If we have to call on the spirit of our Amazon ancestors, then so be it. I would rather be called arrogant and intimidating than to be the slave of this system any longer. The fight will make us stronger and ensure equity of power for our daughters and their daughters. The time of the patriarchal rule is over. Let justice rule in its place.

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3 Comments Add your own

  • 1. mysteryofiniquity  |  April 13, 2007 at 4:20 pm

    stellar1,

    Oh, my, your life and mine are sooooo parallel. I too love to write long essays and theses. I too raised my kids in the eighties and began my long, long learning and enlightenment process by going back to school in the nineties. (I chronicle some of this on my blog at http://www.thejourneyout.wordpress.com).

    It’s amazing how we are all on different paths and meet up at the same intersection on the internet. 🙂 It’s also amazing to me that in this day and age women still have to fight tooth and nail for the basic right to exist, have intelligent thoughts, work, and to even have a voice that isn’t beaten into submission. Count me among the “arrogant!” (still drinking wine, by the way!) 🙂

  • 2. womensspace  |  April 14, 2007 at 7:18 pm

    Rock on, sister. Those of us who have lived in the world you describe bring unique strengths and a certain clarity that is often missing among long-time feminists. We also bring a lot of great energy– we are so excited to have found words and ideas for our experiences!

    And hey there, mysteryofiniquity, always appreciate what you have to say, too!

    Heart

  • 3. sherine M. I.  |  May 5, 2007 at 11:34 am

    I am interesting in fiminisme thirtense history

    best regards

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