The other night there was an interesting conversation in the Twitter-mom-o-verse about feminism and the phenomenon of women beating each other’s brains out about the choice to breastfeed or bottle feed. The conversation quickly devolved into jokes about all the things that are worse for kids than formula (dog food, window cleaner, and poop were all discarded as valid feeding choices) but it got me thinking, and not just thinking about the time my son tasted cat food.
I was trying to come up with a good definition of feminist. One that transcends the usual feminist touchstone arguments like breast v. bottle, full-reproductive-choice v. limited-reproductive-choice, taking-husband’s name v. not taking husband’s name and all the other made-for-mainstream-media arguments. Because those things aren’t at the heart of feminism. A woman’s position on breastfeeding, or contraception, or working outside the home, are not indicative of her status as a feminist; they are indicative of her individual preferences and circumstances. A feminist can bottle feed. And feminist can have an epidural with impunity. A feminist can take her husband’s name, stay home with her kids until they’re 16, and use the rhythm method as birth control. READ FULL ARTICLE
Rebekah aka mom-in-a-million blogger is a working mother with an over-developed sense of irreverence. I’m a mom to C., wife to a Great Guy, and an employee to a Charitable Organization in the DC area. Welcome and enjoy reading!