Thursday, July 26, 2007
While Driving, because that is when I do some of my best thinking
It is time that I admit that on occassion I am effected by the sorts of biologically influenced emotions most staunch feminists refuse to acknowledge. Usually, I am on their side, arguing with the loudest of them that biology does not dictate my role in society, my fate, or my decision making skills. While biology may define my sex, it does not define my gender. However, in recent months I have caught myself several times saying, "I would have his babies." I intend this to be a complimentary suggestion, a variation on the theme "I Want to Ride Him Like a Trick Pony." The sticky part of this is that I mean it. I have actually considered, fantasized about, and planned the genetic superiority of children I would have with certain individuals. I never would have said or believed this nonsense three years ago. As much as I complain about everyone around me growing up, getting married, and having real babies, the truth is that I have sensed the desire to reproduce. This desire is usually driven by my overactive libido and a good smelling man, but I cannot deny any longer that I have felt the urge to make babies. The worst part is that it seems hypocritical in light of my past (and present) behavior, not to mention the aformentioned bit about how I refuse to let silly biology tell me how I should live my life. Somehow I have to figure out how I can continue to live with my mind leading the way but keeping my body satisfied and Convention crying in the dust.
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Past the right to vote issue, the whole point and reason for women's liberation or the women's movement was to give women the ability to actually pick and choose specifically what they wanted out of life. Be it job, single, married, children or not, bra, no bra, false eyelashes, or a scrubbed face. I think lots of women have forgotten this or the women in their lives failed to pass the message/gift along. Pick and choose what fits your mind, body, and heart. Here in lies thumbing your nose to convention. Your "foremothers" fought hard for that privilage. Don't let their efforts be for naught.
If I had a baby it would end up on the floorboard of my car like everything else, forced to live of remnants left on candy wrappers and bits of tobacco.
I intended to type "off" instead of "of" comments are less witty when misspelled, that should have an editing tool on this site. Or, I could blame it on having to type fast so my boss doesn't see me. Lets go with that.
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