I love the feminist blogs. Really, I do. I have a selection in my google reader that I read everyday. They are fantastic for pointing me to articles that interest me and for shouting "bullshit" at the correct moments. However, I can't deal with the finger wagging about what makes a good feminist and for outing the anti-feminists. It's a little too Spanish Inquisition for me.
On Sunday, the New York Times had an article about women who are raising chickens and have embraced the organic food movement whole-hog. While chickens gross me out, I've been warming to them. I've been following Susan Orlean on Twitter, and she makes chickens sound cool. Those who have been able to really embrace the movement are stay-at-home moms.
All of these gals — these chicks with chicks — are stay-at-home moms,
highly educated women who left the work force to care for kith and kin.
I don’t think that’s a coincidence: the omnivore’s dilemma has provided
an unexpected out from the feminist predicament, a way for women to
embrace homemaking without becoming Betty Draper. “Prior to this, I
felt like my choices were either to break the glass ceiling or to
accept the gilded cage,” says Shannon Hayes, a grass-fed-livestock
farmer in upstate New York and author of “Radical Homemakers,” a
manifesto for “tomato-canning feminists,” which was published last
I've written before that the new foodie rules are hard on working moms. I've been able to do a better job on this stuff only because I'm not teaching this year. Others, who are more organized and have more support than myself, are able to do both. I'm a SAHM, who is trying to write when she's not getting distracted by the blog. Since I've been home full time, I have increased the difficulty level of cooking and food preparation and the kids. Because otherwise, I would lose my brain with boredom.
Am I a bad feminist? I don't really give a shit. Do I think I'm part of a big movement that is challenging traditional feminism? Absolutely not. Am I making the most of a sub-optimal situation? Yes.