Sewing – eeew what a pathetic thing to be doing. I’ve always looked down on domesticated women who cook, clean and sew. How degenerate and lowly and people serving. Personally, I’m more into going out, getting around, seeing the world, making money, learning new things, proving and living to be an equal to my male brethren.
Being an excellent delegator, I personally do not do housework, cooking, cleaning in fact I do the grocery shopping but that is quite a strain.
So, the story begins perhaps begins with my mother and my view and feelings towards her. Or maybe the story begins with being a daddy’s girl. I wonder what came first. The adoration of dad or the anger and disregard and total lack of respect of my mom?
My maternal and paternal grandmothers were both excellent with their hands, but having older parents to me this was just hearsay, so it didn’t really mean anything, and anyway in the olden days that’s what women did? Didn’t they? What they did, didn’t count. What did count was education, money, success, prestige, materialism, advancements in technology, world affairs, fashion, show biz, culture, music, definitely not handcraft! Huh siss.
As I get older, I begin to understand my psychology and my path travelled begins to reveal how brain washing/ environment/ advertising/ role models have all shaped my path in life. Its pretty crazy when one starts seeing and questioning what my givens was once.
Now that my mom is no longer in this world, I begin to see how similar I am to her and that was most probably part of my battle with feminism and being vulnerable.
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