Whooee! Well friends an' foes, I was over t' Stageleft yammerin' in a comments gabfest with Arwen an' Balbulican an' Candace an' some other boogers about gal MP's an' MPP's an' MLA's an' decorum an' civility an' I got sorta off on a tangent an' posted up a bigass comment on feminism. Here's what I sed an' maybe some gals'll chime in with their two-cents-worth.
When I was readin' them Stageleft comments, a personal tidbit popped inta my noggin. Back in 1969, I was a 20 year old hippie an' I was in Chicago visitin’ my university buddy, John. I asked John about his former girlfriend, Virginia. He replied that she was heavily involved in something called the “womens’ liberation movement.”
“Womens’ liberation” was a new one fer me. “What’s that?” I asked.
We talked about feminism without usin’ that word, since neither of us had probbly ever heard of it. After that, the womens’ lib movement was on my radar an’ I supported most of it with words an’ actions, as best I knew how - washin' dishes, changin' diapers, readin' Gloria Steinem, deliverin' mind-shatterin' multiple orgasms whenever I got the chance...
Sometime in the past 10 years, or so, the young female so-called feminists that I know (mostly, my 20-something nieces) started lookin’ less an’ less liberated with their push-up bras, pierced bits an’ tattooed asses. Alls they’re fightin’ for now is the right to objectify themselves an’ they don’t even see it. Useta be, you could tell a feminist from a pornstar.
In case maybe yer thinkin’ my nieces is dirty-haired junkie white trash ho’s, they ain’t. My sexiest, most-tattooed, most pierced-parts niece has a masters degree in womens’ studies, works full-time at a womens’ shelter and ran for the federal NDP a couple of elections ago.
I reckon my 1949 birth year is showin’. My wifemate’s sort of an old hippie-chick feminist who don’t wear any make-up an’ ain’t got any tattoos. Whenever we go somewheres where there’s a buncha gals, Ma’s the purtiest one an’ probbly the smartest, healthiest an’ most successful one, too.
Anyways, some gals readin' this might have some answers about what happened.