My mother could paint the house, mix cement, do carpentry and other things. She was also feminine.
Ed, Ed, can’t you see the narrowness and exclusiveness of your depiction of men’s and women’s roles? What is it about painting that is inherently masculine? Any woman can drive a nail and many women are exquisitely artistic at woodworking. So what is it about working with wood that makes it singularly masculine? And speaking of your mother, you remark,
"She was also feminine." What do you consider to be feminine? What are you pining for that just isn’t available to you anymore? Did you look for your mother’s femininity in your spouse? Did you also look for traits which you consider to be masculine in considering the worth of a potential mate?
“The 1950s stay at home mom while the father worked was the best approach, especially in cities,” you tell us. “This way, the mother could help raise her children, get enough rest and when her husband came home, both could enjoy some time with each other and their kids.”
I grew up in the suburbs, 15 miles from the Pentagon. My mother didn’t “help” raise the children, she
raised the children. There were four of us kids, my mother didn’t drive, she was never rested because she was dealing with a drunk husband and juvenile delinquent children. When “her husband came home” there were fights behind closed doors about booze, money, bad report cards, school suspensions, weapons charges, dope - she never got a minute except when she took a taxi to Al Anon every Tuesday night to get out of the house and share her experience with other (mostly) women who had similar problems trying to get from one day to the next. There were four girls on my street who were victims of molestation and violent sexual assault, and I was one of them. Air raid sirens were going off with regularity because of the Cuban Missile Crisis. Alcoholism was the norm in our middle class neighborhood.
“Tranquilizers were perscribed when medically necessary,” you claim. *“But my experience with health care is that most **doctors were and still are reluctant to prescribe tranquilizers. I **suspect you’ve been taken in by a mythology involving bored **suburban housewives.” * Doctors today are only too happy to prescribe downers to women because it is easier than listening to, and hearing, and understanding the problems that women are coming to them with, particularly if they do not have insurance. There is nothing mythological about the bored suburban housewife (you watch too much t.v., Ed: “Sex and the City” and, what, “Desperate Housewives”? *“1980s: Sue Ellen drinking liquor **straight out of the bottle on Dallas. Scenes suggesting **fornication.” *? If they’re so contaminated and skewed,
why are you watching them? And if you’re
not watching them, how are you qualified to criticize them? On what are you basing your opinions?)
Tranquilizers, like all drugs, are very easy to get without a prescription. Top dollar will be paid for them, but they are easily had. And tranqs are not the only drugs men and women are taking today - corporate businessmen and women snorting cocaine to stay on top of their game, smoking a little weed at the end of the day to take the edge off. And then there’s that long lunch with the inviting cocktail selection. Don’t think this has all developed since Betty Friedan came on the scene. Mind- and mood-altering chemicals have been used for millenia.
You say, *"I’m still not hearing how feminism actually does *
anything." One thing that is has done for me is to pull me out of the shadow of my father, my brothers, my ex-husband, my bosses so that I can see myself in the sunlight of the Spirit and not through the eyes of people who are trying to mold me, control me, shut me up, make me behave, abandon my dreams, disown myself. Once I got out from under that shroud I was able to come to love some of them and pray for the rest of them.
I am not a man. I don’t want to be a man. Nor am I a waitress and sex object and secretary and ego-booster in my own home. I’m not a China doll. I’m not June Cleaver. Nor am I Angela Davis. I’m a human being created by God to meet or exceed His expectations of me, not yours. Feminism is a celebreation of self, but not in the way you insist on framing it. It’s approaching life with honesty, openmindedness and willingness enough to honor the gifts and talents that God has given us. In that regard, we should all be feminists.
marietta