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| My feminist Mormon family (2008 - San Francisco, CA) |
First of all, I'll address what kind of feminist I am.
I am the kind of feminist who hates that women didn't have a right to vote until 1920 in America.
I am the kind of feminist who hates that women get paid "only 77 cents on the male dollar [...]. (That number drops to 68% for African-American women and 58% for Latinas.)"(Reference from TIME mag, based on stats from 2009.)
I am the kind of feminist who wants women to have equal rights, but don't want to turn my bra into a pile of ash. I don't look at it as a "harness", I look at it as a tool to improve my posture (as well as other practical applications during the winter season).
I am the kind of feminist who values her role as a mother, but who doesn't want to teach her daughter that the only satisfaction in life comes from being a mother.
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| Gavin at 3mon. Authentic Mohawk. |
I am the kind of feminist who wants her son to respect women, not only in the natural way in which all people should respect one another, but also respect the fact that women are pretty much superheroes for being able to grow a human being in the gut for 9 months, and when they aren't doing that they bleed for a week outta every month.That doesn't mean they deserve "special treatment", just respect and compassion for these unique traits.
I am the kind of feminist who wants to kick sexual predators of any kind in the balls/ovaries.
I am the kind of feminist who recognizes the innate biological differences between men and women, but who doesn't let those differences stop me from reaching my goals.
I am the kind of feminist who can open and close her own damn door, (unless I'm pregnant at the time, and in that case, I still can open the door, I just am probably too lazy or tired.) but I respect that "chivalrous" tradition, and I guess you can open and close my door on special occasions. But in daily life if I wait for you to open/shut my door that means we're two-and-a-half more minutes late to work/school/church. UGH.
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| Tackling obstacles already! |
I am not the kind of Mormon who feels threatened that men get the priesthood and major callings in the church.The priesthood is equivalent in importance to child-birthing and rearing in my mind. Also, anyone who has spent anytime as a Mormon, realizes that women are literally "priesthood partners" from shoving our husbands out the door to do home teaching to waving a lesson manual between the flat screen and our husband's eyes to planning major events, functions, fund-raisers. And we do it with flair AND in heels. We're the Hillary to our Bill. The Buffy to our Angel. The Zoe to our Wash.
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| Zoe and Wash from Firefly |
And if this isn't enough to satisfy your curiosity, maybe you should consider your motives for asking. All religions are faith-based. I have faith in mine. You have faith in yours. We can still be friends.
But anyone out there who thinks Mormons can't be feminists or believe in equal rights, you are mistaken. The proof is in the prose-spective.




*standing up...clapping...
ReplyDeleteWell stated, well stated!
I know that some will disagree with this post as their experience and definition of Feminism will be different. But I wholly agree with Rena. A woman can be an active Mormon and believe in equal rights for women and men. The reality in my house is I wear the pants, but Lisa chooses the size, style, color, and material. I am married to a very independent woman and very proud of it. G
ReplyDeleteLove, love, love this. Well stated.
ReplyDeletePerfect.
ReplyDeleteYes, and I agree.
ReplyDeletenice.
ReplyDeleteYou already read my opinion on your FB page. But here's the important part about what I didn't write (at least I don't think I did): You're an adult. You are responsible for the way you live your life. If you're fine with how mormonism relates to your feminist beliefs then that's all that matters. Period. My opinion is irrelevant. That's fine with me because there are things about my beliefs that you disagree with. If it works for you that's cool. If it doesn't that's cool too.
I tell my husband all the time that I don't judge people about the big issues. People have to live their lives however they can get by. It's the insignificant, superficial things like bad nail polish or eating at crappy restaurants that I judge people about.
I am in total agreement, Texy. We can all get along without the judgmental Eye of Sauron burning a hole in each other's foreheads.
ReplyDeleteAnd my nail polish is called Glam Gams. Judging?
I found an OPI color called 'Do you think I'm texy?' I didn't buy it but now I wish I did.
ReplyDeleteI am glad you can open your own doors,physically and metaphoricly.
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