accidental feminist

 

comfortably numb October 26, 2006

Filed under: The Kids — Rachel @ 10:41 am

I don’t know if it’s good or bad that I am becoming desensitized to people telling me they are “in love with” my daughters. Not “love,” mind you, “in love”. The security guard at at school, the soccer coach, pre-school teachers (they actually use the phrase “have a crush on”). It’s fascinating to me that these people choose to use the romantic, even sexualized, language they do. It also fits with the thesis of my recent Halloween post that “younger is better”. Not to say that they are directly sexualizing my daughters, per se. I can aknowledge that there is something beautiful, pleasant, and sensual (in it’s true sense, not the sexualized connotation it has currently) about beautiful little girls. I mean, I love to cuddle up with them in the morning before I wake them up and snuggle their yummy, warm little bodies. See, I’m allowed to do that, and like it, and talk about it, because I’m their mother, and it’s generally accepted that my maternal instincts and the biological closeness I share with them is a unique, desxualized, and irreplicable relationship. But it seems to me that it would be (conceptually, because I’m not letting them anywhere near my daughters!) a nice experience for other people too, but they’re not allowed to do it, or even talk about it, without coming off as lecherous. So either we as a society have to create more socially acceptable and aknowledged ways to talk about sensuality without implying overt sexuality, or daddy’s going to have to get the shotgun.

 
 

Live, Free! October 20, 2006

Filed under: tales of an accidental feminist — Rachel @ 10:59 am

Triumph! She cannot be supressed!

 
 

whore-lloween

Filed under: the thoughtful spot — Rachel @ 10:23 am

This article very succienctly states what anyone who teaches at a high school, has a teenage daughter, or eagerly (and subconciously) anticipates adolescent trick-or-treaters, knows: “It’s a night when even a nice girl can dress like a dominatrix and still hold her head up the next morning.”

Depending on what she ends up doing in the costume…

 
 

the end of an error October 19, 2006

Filed under: the thoughtful spot — Rachel @ 3:34 pm

Well, it was only a matter of time. The results aren’t in yet on whether or not this was my fifteen minutes. I think I would submit this to Colbert as an example of WIkiality.

 
 

dove = still on the crusade October 15, 2006

Filed under: Uncategorized — Rachel @ 9:10 pm

Can’t they just accept that we want to believe that beautiful women have abnoramlly large alien eyes and skin tone reminiscient of the glow that follows a nuclear explosion? No, those people at Dove are out to prove to us that, with a little photoshop (product placement), we can all look freakily inhuman.

 
 

what a set up October 13, 2006

Filed under: The Kids — Rachel @ 1:42 pm

Dina: It’s not snowing.

Me; No, not yet.

Dina: We could make it snow.

Me: How?

Dina: With our magic wand.

Me: Okay, make it snow.

Dina: (laughing) I don’t have a magic wand!

Right! How foolish of me…

 
 

dreamweaver October 3, 2006

Filed under: The Kids — Rachel @ 9:08 am

Yesterday, as we were walking home from Yom Kippur services, Dina heard thunder. “I was sad because you got killed!” she smiled.

Me: When did I get killed?

Dina: The thunder killed you and you got dead.

Me: Was this in a dream you had?

Dina: (excited and smiling still) Yeah, in my dream. And I tried to stop the thunder form making you dead, but I couldn’t.

Me: And I died in the dream?

Dina: Yeah.

Me: When was this?

Dina; Oh, like four years ago (3 1/2 year olds lack temporal proportion).

Me: Did it make you sad that I got killed in your dream?

Dina: Yeah, I was so sad.

Me: But then you realized it wasn’t real.

Dina: Yeah, when I woke up.

Me: You know, Dina, that’s a very common dream for a little girl to have.

Dina: Yeah?

Me: Yeah, because it’s scary to think about your mom dying, so sometimes your brain thinks about it when you sleep.

Dina: Oh, yeah, my brian was thinking about it.

Me: But I’m not going to get killed by thunder, okay?

Dina: Okay.