Kathleen on Radical Feminism
The irony here is that, as a radical feminist, I considered myself to be "women-focused", and yet I spent much of my
time and energy trying to eradicate the feminine side of my personality, and in criticizing those women who still liked
to do "girly" things. I recently started attending a women's Bible study, and at first I was appalled by the sheer
"girly-ness" of the women there. My goodness, I thought, how can they be so fluffy and saccharine? And then, a
couple of days later, I found that something was being opened in my heart.
First it was grief -- the feminist movement lied when it told us that not having children would be a painless, enjoyable
and easy decision. I recognized this when one of our guinea pigs died; suddenly I was insane with grief. I wanted to
break into a pet store and hijack their guinea pigs. Even though we have another permanent resident right now (the
handsome-and-he-knows-it Nathan), my longing for the departed Natalie was overwhelming. Through Natalie's death,
I began to grieve the loss of the children that I never had.
After that, my heart became softer toward womanly things. I no longer thought that the "real woman" was the one
who looks and dresses and acts just like a man. Have I decided to put on a skirt, purchase some eyeliner, and change
my last name to match my husband's? No...or perhaps I should say "not yet". The Lord isn't done working with me
yet. But I know that I am beginning to crave the company of women, and ironically, this is something that never
happened during my feminist days, when I was too busy judging other women's political correctness to really enjoy
their company. (And yes, I am ignoring the total irony of the fact that even during my most hardcore feminist days, I
would often end my days with an hour or two of delicate and detailed needlework, or by baking my infamous
carrot/applesauce/orange cake.)
The irony here is that, as a radical feminist, I considered myself to be "women-focused", and yet I spent much of my
time and energy trying to eradicate the feminine side of my personality, and in criticizing those women who still liked
to do "girly" things. I recently started attending a women's Bible study, and at first I was appalled by the sheer
"girly-ness" of the women there. My goodness, I thought, how can they be so fluffy and saccharine? And then, a
couple of days later, I found that something was being opened in my heart.
First it was grief -- the feminist movement lied when it told us that not having children would be a painless, enjoyable
and easy decision. I recognized this when one of our guinea pigs died; suddenly I was insane with grief. I wanted to
break into a pet store and hijack their guinea pigs. Even though we have another permanent resident right now (the
handsome-and-he-knows-it Nathan), my longing for the departed Natalie was overwhelming. Through Natalie's death,
I began to grieve the loss of the children that I never had.
After that, my heart became softer toward womanly things. I no longer thought that the "real woman" was the one
who looks and dresses and acts just like a man. Have I decided to put on a skirt, purchase some eyeliner, and change
my last name to match my husband's? No...or perhaps I should say "not yet". The Lord isn't done working with me
yet. But I know that I am beginning to crave the company of women, and ironically, this is something that never
happened during my feminist days, when I was too busy judging other women's political correctness to really enjoy
their company. (And yes, I am ignoring the total irony of the fact that even during my most hardcore feminist days, I
would often end my days with an hour or two of delicate and detailed needlework, or by baking my infamous
carrot/applesauce/orange cake.)
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