As a woman approaching 50, I'm floored, and offended, by the assumptions of some supposed progressives in this country, this site definitely included. Apparently, even nearly 20 years into the 21st century, because I'm a vagina 'haver', I'm supposed to vote, feel, believe, and be a certain way. Seriously, I'm floored!
My Bitty Feminist History
I was born way too late to fight for the vote, or even to fight for the ERA, but I began vocalizing my disagreement with being forced to do some things and forbidden from doing others based, solely, on my anatomy, at a very early age.
WTF is that all about, anyway?
Exactly what part of my vagina was used to slave in the kitchen, both before and after Thanksgiving & Christmas Dinners (and all other meals for that matter), along with all the other vagina 'havers' in my extended family, while the penis 'havers' sat on their asses watching football, whining about being hungry and waiting to be served? What part was it?
What part of their penises did the penis 'havers' in sixth grade use to play flag football during PE, while we vagina 'havers' were made to sit and watch? I even led the incursion of the flag football game, which actually led to us vagina 'havers' being "allowed" to play against the penis 'havers' until I (yes, I was the one, so it really looked awful) accidentally, while grabbing at the flag, grabbed, well . . . a crotch with a penis in it. It was a short-lived victory that crashed and burned all because of anatomy. Stupid assed, pointless, anatomy.
