Today’s post a next to the last post in this 30 day challenge is supposed to be a confession. So there are lots of little quirks I could share with you. I’m obsessed with cook books and coffee mugs. Something on my body hurts almost every day. As I write this I’m having horrible stomach pain. But here’s the one I think you should know. I’m a little old fashioned. I’m not a huge fan of the women’s lib movement. I think burning bras was a waste of time. I don’t think men and women are equal and I think that’s a good thing. We are different and special in our own ways and I think that’s how it is supposed to be. Yes women can come from a more emotional place than men in some cases and you know what? That’s ok! I think that moms should be able to take care of their children and raise them the best they can and if they choose to work that’s great but if they choose to stay home with their kids that should be ok too! Women’s liberation somehow became about women being each other’s worst enemy. We are so mean to each other. We judge each other. Did you breast feed, do you spank, do you make your own baby food, do you let your child have soda, do you let your child watch tv? These are the things women judge each other on. Not to mention if you stay home you eat bonbons all day or if you go to work someone else is raising your child. All of this drives me crazy! Women’s liberation should have been about the freedom of choice and the support we should all give each other regardless of what choices we make. What’s right for me, may not be right for you and vice versa. So my confession to you is that I believe in my heart that in many ways women’s liberation has hurt our country, it has hurt women, it has hurt families. But I also believe women have to make choices for themselves. There are so many choices!!!
And yes if my fiancé came to me tomorrow and said when we get married you aren’t working anymore I would give him a giant kiss and spend the rest of my life gladly cooking his meals and ironing his shirts. It doesn’t mean I’m not capable of more and I wouldn’t find ways to use my brain to better myself and our family (hello blog/writing) but it does mean I wouldn’t be offended by taking on that role that was once a traditional one and is now somehow frowned upon. What are your thoughts? Or better yet, do you have a confession to share?