I read this article after finding it on the Fibre Space blog--okay, first thing's first, I'm probably going to take up knitting as soon as I can find a class near me. I apparently don't have enough hobbies--and it kind of shocked me, but at the same time, made me sad for someone so close-minded.
The author, Peg Aoli, is basically saying that only women who ride motorcycles, come up with a sequel to "Rebel Grrl" and give their newborns tattoos are strong women. We as a society are soft and meek, reverting to Mamie Eisenhower instead of Eleanor Roosevelt. We make cupcakes not because they're hiding switchblades for our boyfriends in jail, but because we think someone would enjoy them. And then we blog about it! The horror!!
I read through the first page of comments and didn't see a single one in support. Most women were knitters, bakers, mothers, volunteers, daughters of feminists, feminists themselves--they were certainly women who don't make money yelling at their girlfriends on Bravo original television. They were real women with real lives, keeping it together everyday in this hell-in-a-handbasket world. So that makes me think the author may not actually believe in what she's saying. Maybe she wrote this to rally together the strong women--the real women--just to see what they're capable of. I mean, come on, she says Sookie Stackhouse and the woman from Sons of Anarchy (my dad's favorite show--definitely not a feminist there!) should be our role models today. No thank you.
If, in fact, the author does believe this, then I feel bad. I don't necessarily think of myself as a badass or a strong, resilient woman--I tend to cry a lot and I've thrown the occasional pity party--but I'm making it, day to day, just like everyone else. And I also happen to sew, bake, cook, clean, and maybe I'll be knitting soon. Just like the generations before me--none of which rode a motorcycle or ate bonbons.
Why do we feel the need to categorize women? Why aren't we saying anything about men who get manicures or shine their shoes? Get over it! It's 2011. I think we all have bigger problems on our plates than whether or not we're cool enough for some HuffPo writer.
And that was Monday's rant, everyone. I'm exhausted and would really like some bread.