I’m in the kitchen making dinner, throwing dough. For some inexplicable reason, the dough is doing a blob dance. Every time I try to spread it onto the pizza pan, it rips and flops off in another direction.
Could be the humidity? Could be the batch? Could be something very unscientific, like my mood.
While I continue with this pre-dinner dance, it occurs to me, that just like every pizza is different, every feminist is different.
I routinely read blogs from women talking about their fondness for cooking, or proclivity for flirting, who minimize themselves by announcing in a sort of world-weary tone, how regretful they are that they’ve failed as a feminist? Whaaa – Huh?
Hey girls – I’m gonna say it one more time, feminism is NOT about fashion, food or the kind of fantasies you have in your bedroom at night after the kids have gone to bed.
Feminism is freedom. It is the ability to be free, to make choices. Or, as Amy Richards, once so wisely said to me, “Knowing there are choices, but not choosing to make the choice available to you.”
I also like this one from the Minnesota State Gender and Women’s Studies Dept. “Feminism is committed to individual choice and self-determination.”
In other words, every feminist is different.
Just like pizza, and that’s before we even get into to the toppings. Yum!