When I was 16/17 I decided that the feminist path in life was a lie. The notion that you’re supposed to go to college, run up a massive debt, have a series of meaningless hookup relationships, then find a job where you’ll spend most of your earnings paying off your student loan and then maybe sometime before you turn forty you might get married but then only to a male who is more feminine than you are. Then maybe you’ll try to have ONE child while working until you die because you have bills to pay and you might be helping your child with college.
The feminine male (I refuse to call such vile creatures “men”) is just an accessory to the proper feminist.
I’m due with my seventh child next month and the man who made it possible for me to be the mom I wanted to be would be hated by feminists. He’s everything they hate. They probably hate me, too. He works, I stay at home and raise my children. When he comes home I have dinner on the table and the house is clean. And when he reaches for me I say yes even if I’m not in the mood.
And did I mention that I love my life?
I don’t commute to work.
There’s no sexual harrassment in the workplace for me to deal with.
No student loan to pay off.
No meetings, bosses, stupid rules, evil coworkers, and a steady diet of fast food between meetings.
I wear dresses most of the time. I often skip the shoes.
From my point of view I think the women who do everything they can to avoid this kind of life are INSANE.
No wonder they need medication and therapy all the time!
Of course they do! That’s what happens when you fight your nature is you’re never at peace with yourself and you can never be happy!
Ugh. I could go on and on but I’ll stop here.
- Megan
Amen. It’s when we try to force what is unnatural that chaos occurs. :)
I worked full time for ten years before I met mr. mm and was THRILLED to quit and be a wife.
I have worked part time for some extra income, but I was the kind of stay-at-home mom the feminists love to hate.
Stayed home, had kinds, raised them, homeschooled them, baked my own bread, did my own canning, love to sew and garden.
Mr. mm once called me *hopelessly domestic*, a label I wear with pride.
While there were inequities that needed to be addressed when the women’s movement started, like anything, it went on to excess and has been ruined and ruined things and as a whole, I reject the feminist agenda, and cringe when I see girly men in skinny jeans.
Give me an alpha male any day of the week.
I see you went to culinary school. I’m there now. Tough! Between algebra and getting yelled at by various cooks and all the dish-washing, I’m wrung out!
Nice post.
Good for you!