Convicted Housewife

I grew up in the 90’s and my vagina really didn’t prohibit me from doing much besides peeing standing up. I had (and still have) two brothers and a sister, and whoever wanted to play sports, played sports and whoever wanted to play dolls, played dolls. It seemed super normal – and for good reason. But now, as a 31 year old married woman with a career… for the first time in my life I’m feeling like my having a vagina is preventing me from being able to really do what I want to do without judgement.

Here’s my dirty little secret which would be sooooooo sexy if I were a man: I love to cook and keep house. But because I’m not a man, I sometimes feel like I’m some how abandoning my feminist sisters and brothers when I get my domestic on.

Now, let’s just clear one thing up off the jump – I absolutely identify as feminist. I will march with ya, fight with ya, demand change with ya… but I’m also gunna swing by the grocery on my way home to fix dinner.

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¿Why can’t we have both? To me, being a feminist is being true to yourself, and to the idea of equality and progress for women. If I made my husband do the shopping and cooking on principle a few things would happen. 1) I’d be denying myself something that I truly love doing for a shitty reason and 2) I’d probably suffer a diabetic shock from too many “ice cream for dinner” nights.

We need more camaraderie and less judgement. I went out for drinks with colleagues after work recently and when I mentioned I was going to make dinner when I got home, you’d have thought I said I wasn’t excited for the next season of GIRLS.

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I can still be a feminist and want to fold my husband’s underwear. I promise.

So, let’s make a deal. Imma do me, You do you. I will love, appreciate and celebrate you for anything you do as a feminist, because that is precisely what a feminist does. And in turn, you do the same. Pinky promise. Thumb kiss.

Socially,

Fox

 

 

 

 

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