I root loudly for my football team. My favorite drink after a stressful day is a scotch neat. Preferably Glenlivet. Infants scare me, but I don’t call them “things” or “it.” I don’t turn up my nose at friends getting married. I celebrate with them, and I demand an open bar at their wedding reception if they want a present. I will not wear suits with shoulder pads. I will not take back saying that my stay at home mom had a harder job than any TA at Bryn Mawr. Ya’ll didn’t raise me.
I do not think I’m better than a man simply because I have mammaries and he doesn’t. I never see myself as a victim of the patriarchy. I see my self as a victim of my own stupid decisions. I don’t see the world in terms of men vs. women. I see the world in terms of kind people and assholes. I try to be former and minimize the inclination to be the latter. I’m sorry you think that my support of Sarah Palin is traitorous. I’m not sorry I can defend her record better than you can defend Barack Obama’s. I don’t apologize for adhering to conservative principles. I’m told that makes me an apostate. I never belonged to your faith to begin with. I don’t need activists, politicians and bored, guilty celebrities “empowering” me. I can do that my damn self. I don’t need to run around saying that I am a “strong and independent woman” fifty times a day. I know I am, and that’s really the only person to whom that should matter.
I refuse to tear down another woman simply because I disagree with her. I will always give her the courtesy of a strong argument. I know that I need to work hard, pick my battles and accept there are some things in this life that are always going to be unfair. I won’t fight that. I’ll ride with that.
I don’t expect any welcome to the Feminists’ Playground. I just want them to know, that the playground just got a little more crowded.