tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7381811875173852585.post1084707855818922449..comments2023-11-10T02:18:23.772-08:00Comments on Minnesota Matron: Bad FeministMinnesota Matronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16565431067927240183noreply@blogger.comBlogger25125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7381811875173852585.post-18930708075881906802008-02-29T09:14:00.000-08:002008-02-29T09:14:00.000-08:00ah, helen reddy. i loved that song, too.i live by ...ah, helen reddy. i loved that song, too.<BR/><BR/>i live by contradictions! in our house, i do all the snow shoveling, and doug does all the grocery shopping. it just sort of evolved that way. <BR/><BR/>i never got into the Princess Diana stuff, but flashdance? boy howdy, that was the funniest movie i ever saw. i remember laughing so hard i fell off the couch.lauriehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18055442432266567561noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7381811875173852585.post-13261825237831042622008-02-29T09:00:00.000-08:002008-02-29T09:00:00.000-08:00I'm with Irene. :)I'm so comfortable here on the o...I'm with Irene. :)<BR/>I'm so comfortable here on the other side of the age that attracted the Male Gaze, the cat call, the leer. Like, if a stranger is nice to me, I don't suspect his motives. I'm more trusting here in Invisible Mommy land. I like men more when they are just people, not someone to check me out. I don't miss the days of my Power over men at all.<BR/><BR/>The sweet (mentally-handicapped) bag boy at our local grocery told me recently "You get more beautiful each time I see you". I'll be 50 this year. That made me smile all day. He was trying to be nice. Nice is good. More real.Laura/CenterDownHomehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11429332908819366130noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7381811875173852585.post-67481454672799033332008-02-29T00:37:00.000-08:002008-02-29T00:37:00.000-08:00I've always thought that, at least for me, equalit...I've always thought that, at least for me, equality meant that I had just as much value as the man next to me, even if my strengths were different from his. After all, I don't expect to be an incredible cook just because my friend Jacqui is, or to have the gift for playing the flute that she does.<BR/><BR/>But I went through the same struggles as some have mentioned here, when I first became a stay at home mom. Then I thought that feminists have battled for my right to choose a career, and this is the one I choose. I'm grateful for that choice. <BR/><BR/>Lovely and thought-provoking post. Thanks.K.https://www.blogger.com/profile/04650831310658205416noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7381811875173852585.post-22230511864556505222008-02-28T23:25:00.000-08:002008-02-28T23:25:00.000-08:00I bow down to you on this one. You not only captur...I bow down to you on this one. You not only captured the conflict within us, but did it in a creative, funny way. Kudos!! Bravo!JCKhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04582581376724478366noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7381811875173852585.post-67121142521347497232008-02-28T21:59:00.000-08:002008-02-28T21:59:00.000-08:00It's the gaze that triggers a world that has given...It's the gaze that triggers a world that has given us three beautiful children and lifted YOUR eyes from your book. Luv u hunnyAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7381811875173852585.post-42162334663000312832008-02-28T20:56:00.000-08:002008-02-28T20:56:00.000-08:00full service gas station is my nirvana.full service gas station is my nirvana.katydidnothttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15710011717146842223noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7381811875173852585.post-18399313719253528142008-02-28T20:37:00.000-08:002008-02-28T20:37:00.000-08:00The contradictions are what make you so likable.To...The contradictions are what make you so likable.<BR/><BR/>Today, a beefy and bearded 55-year-old guy checked me out. I ran with the feeling.Jocelynhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03227519811818290510noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7381811875173852585.post-4258058741148189362008-02-28T19:31:00.000-08:002008-02-28T19:31:00.000-08:00I loved this post. I love male attention, alwways ...I loved this post. I love male attention, alwways have but I still consider myself a strong feminist. Contradiction? Maybe, but it's a fact.Don Mills Divahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03733674458423525738noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7381811875173852585.post-24547509028125070112008-02-28T19:17:00.000-08:002008-02-28T19:17:00.000-08:00I am married to an emancipated man, yet he has all...I am married to an emancipated man, yet he has all the chivalry of a medieval knight. I like that very much and let myself indulge in it. We are a modern fairytale together, yet we are middle aged. <BR/><BR/>I am so happy that I don't get cat calls and other sorts of male interest. I feel very liberated from it. Mostly nobody seems to care anymore, I am just an ordinary woman and I like that just fine, finally.Irenehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05043376053971475659noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7381811875173852585.post-30130128930673833842008-02-28T19:00:00.000-08:002008-02-28T19:00:00.000-08:00It is my right AS A WOMAN to be contradictory! You...It is my right AS A WOMAN to be contradictory! You see - I get to have it all... :)Bonniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11647378550913763567noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7381811875173852585.post-25058171969785702472008-02-28T18:31:00.000-08:002008-02-28T18:31:00.000-08:00I clean bathrooms and Mr. G. kills spiders-I can't...I clean bathrooms and Mr. G. kills spiders-I can't think about this too much or I get pissed. I am scared of spiders.Mrs. G.https://www.blogger.com/profile/01171997573144385692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7381811875173852585.post-6016189590377419092008-02-28T16:14:00.000-08:002008-02-28T16:14:00.000-08:00When you get this figured out-clue me in. It's no...When you get this figured out-clue me in. It's not that I miss the wolf whistles and the compulsion to cover everything up. But boy-being invisible sucks, too.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7381811875173852585.post-55494673302252057482008-02-28T16:08:00.000-08:002008-02-28T16:08:00.000-08:00The never-ending questions of the female mind........The never-ending questions of the female mind......I've felt every single thing you described. We wonder why our husbands shake their heads at us and walk away? There is no making sense of us.....and that's why they love us, we keep them guessing.Angiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06590585650894114884noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7381811875173852585.post-68456154778425320482008-02-28T16:05:00.000-08:002008-02-28T16:05:00.000-08:00I've been having these bad feminist feelings too. ...I've been having these bad feminist feelings too. I'm a stay-at-home mom...but I believe a woman should have a career. I depend on a man for the roof over my head...but I believe all women should be able to take care of themselves. On and on, I could go.<BR/><BR/>Oh well. (I know, profound.)<BR/><BR/>And I cried buckets over that wedding.Karenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09182248478422009913noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7381811875173852585.post-56901274444448005222008-02-28T16:02:00.000-08:002008-02-28T16:02:00.000-08:00You're not a bad feminist. You're a woman who liv...You're not a bad feminist. You're a woman who lives with the contractions of being female in this society. We all do it. <BR/>And when those "looks" stop? Ouch. That will hurt - but we'll learn to live with that, too.<BR/>Great, honest post.Bethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14110235078325434919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7381811875173852585.post-44422560424712408042008-02-28T15:57:00.000-08:002008-02-28T15:57:00.000-08:00I love how you write.I must confess that I need so...I love how you write.<BR/><BR/>I must confess that I need some guidance in feminist issues. I don't find myself bothered but most things, either way. I guess I;m a peopleist.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7381811875173852585.post-70309358305348117682008-02-28T15:21:00.000-08:002008-02-28T15:21:00.000-08:00Wait...there are still full service stations?Wait...there are still full service stations?Heatherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01979925607834752536noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7381811875173852585.post-7383846998708562642008-02-28T12:12:00.000-08:002008-02-28T12:12:00.000-08:00I don't think you're contradictory at all. We lik...I don't think you're contradictory at all. We like to have equal opportunities but we also still like to be treated like a lady.Tootsie Farklepantshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18336671002327112885noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7381811875173852585.post-66945201304225266282008-02-28T11:30:00.000-08:002008-02-28T11:30:00.000-08:00One late evening in December, I had a flat tire. I...One late evening in December, I had a flat tire. I <I>so</I> let that nice man who offered change my tire. <BR/><BR/>And there's the gaze and the gaze, darlin. Sometimes it's not opressive at all.Karen Jensenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02540617923517042598noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7381811875173852585.post-28476091147387070332008-02-28T11:16:00.000-08:002008-02-28T11:16:00.000-08:00you rock. getting checked out always feels good.you rock. getting checked out always feels good.Livhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09154719979114564561noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7381811875173852585.post-33102485809738874612008-02-28T10:34:00.000-08:002008-02-28T10:34:00.000-08:00You crack me up. I confess I didn't cringe at all...You crack me up. I confess I didn't cringe at all watching the royal wedding, perhaps I didn't make the connections between that and "Free to Be You & Me" and the Tonka trucks my mother gave me for Christmas. I saved all my rage for high school and beyond.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7381811875173852585.post-62012381471263179502008-02-28T10:05:00.000-08:002008-02-28T10:05:00.000-08:00Matron, how do I love this post? Let me count the...Matron, how do I love this post? Let me count the ways... Fabulous.<BR/><BR/>I think about this a lot, how women our age tend to go invisible (even though we're busier & more productive than we've ever been!) until we're "wise old crones".<BR/><BR/>If you really want to feel the "real chill out", check out Gwendolyn Brooks's poem on the subject.<BR/><BR/>http://www.poetryfoundation.org/archive/poem.html?id=172090She Shehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07107099719510763729noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7381811875173852585.post-68173030118391713882008-02-28T09:11:00.001-08:002008-02-28T09:11:00.001-08:00Feminism is a funny thing--in most cases it does n...Feminism is a funny thing--in most cases it does not completely obliterate human nature!Jenn @ Juggling Lifehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14455967210924573398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7381811875173852585.post-8477561131224104202008-02-28T09:11:00.000-08:002008-02-28T09:11:00.000-08:00Guys in their fifties are looking sort of attracti...Guys in their fifties are looking sort of attractive to me now - so gentlemanly, so chivalrous, you know?Suburban Correspondenthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11488916572135296650noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7381811875173852585.post-80224019175107587512008-02-28T08:43:00.000-08:002008-02-28T08:43:00.000-08:00I'm home again with a sick girl; maybe we will bus...I'm home again with a sick girl; maybe we will bust out some Reddy.<BR/><BR/>We all face those dilemmas - the desire to be taken seriously, and sometimes, the desire to be taken care of.<BR/><BR/>I still think you are one bad ass feminista.Lisa Wheeler Miltonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07386193798727387546noreply@blogger.com