Call yourself a feminist? (2)…Well, no!
Despite being grateful to feminists, and having read many of their key works, I do not consider myself a feminist (despite yesterday’s evidence) because….
I find them loud and shouty and deliberately reactionary
I find that they alienate a lot of women and most men who aren’t as radical as them
I feel that they have no answer, no response to the issue of motherhood, except avoid it, or ignore their children. BUT this does not throw me in with the Catholic New Feminists either…
But before you get too cross with me, I don’t call myself a suffragette either, and nor do you! And I am deeply grateful to both sets of women. Deeply. But times move on. Needs change. Issues change. Ways of communicating change…
For me the suffragettes fought for women to move from a childlike social status where they were the property of their husbands, with no legal or democratic rights.
Feminists moved us from the coming of age, over the threshold of adolesence into our twenties, when we could be radical, experimental, lesbians, angry and politicised.
But then comes the wisdom of the childbearing years and maturity. The energy of our ego formation dissipates and we find our way fully into our selves. The change in energy is palpable. There are transformations in how we understand ourselves and relate to the world. We face new challenges and struggles negotiating the traditional realities of a woman’s world of marriage, domesticity and motherhood, which we find ourselves immersed in, despite our previous beliefs that we were modern women living in a modern way. We suddenly find old knowings, needs and wisdoms activated in our bodies, a greater connection to other women, a need for a supportive sisterhood and desire for ways to nurture this, to move beyond our culture, our conditioning, our mother’s struggles.
So what to call ourselves, when we move beyond “-isms”, and alienation and into ourselves?
How about women?
Some like to spell it womyn… but not me!
Women who have women’s groups, women’s circles, women’s wisdom, women’s bodies, women’s ways, women’s intuition. And women who love men. And children. And our sisters, in blood and in DNA. Women who are connected to Mother Earth.
Women who weep, and celebrate, and reflect, and create, and think, and dream, and love, love, love a new way of living into existence, one which can sustain and nurture us all who are lucky to call this beautiful earth our home.