Tag Archives: Feminism
I guess you could say I’m a people pleaser. I don’t like confrontation. I’ll take the easy road. It’s always been important to me to feel liked. Should it be?
I want to talk about telling stories. I want to talk about the people who have to share their rawest moments, in order to be believed, or trusted, or given what is rightfully theirs.
Feminism, at its core, is about equality. In patriarchal society women have been , and are, at a disadvantage. How does this society also disadvantage fathers?
Before this blog turned into a big ol’ feminist party, it started off as a place for me to complain about how hard it is being a mother, but the two things aren’t completely unrelated.
I caught up on new BBC Drama The Replacement at the weekend, a show about what happens when you’re a successful career woman who goes off on maternity leave, to be replaced by a super smart , wildly enthusiastic and, possibly slightly psychotic, newcomer.
Is it possible to be a feminine Feminist? Is it possible to love pink and princess dresses and still demand gender equality? Er, yes of course it is.
Finally, finally, let joy be unconfined, finally it is February. The long hard slog that is January has come to an end and with it my self imposed make up ban.
There are people waiting, always waiting, ready to point their figures. To tell us we have got it wrong. We don’t know best.