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I can’t resist sharing this bit of pleasure with you. My blog was mentioned in the Wall Street Journal
on June 26th. As I am not a subscriber, I would never have known if it were not for Steve Garfield
who was kind enough to mention it to me and to send me a copy of the article
Just finished reading Ronni’s great post: Elder Feminist Bloggers and the interesting comments it elicited.
Elder, certainly, blogger, probably, feminist? I probably called myself that when younger, but not any longer, I think. Being almost 62, I belong to the generation of women which Ronni calls a transitional generation.
Yes, what people expected from women when I was young was to see them marry, have children and care for them.
BUT, my father, probably a feminist before the term had been coined always told me that a woman had to be able to fend for herself. That she shouldn’t depend on her husband, and he certainly encouraged me as much as he could to get a job and be independent. He was probably quite aware that his mother, who had no job, had been all alone to take care of her children when her husband left her.
Then I was in my last year of highschool in an all-girl highschool, I remember our Maths teacher asking us what we were going to do when we graduated and only a handful of us talked about getting a job. It turned out that most of them did get a job, but it was not what they had in mind at the time. Their heads were full of romance, getting married, having children and living happily ever after.
I couldn’t even imagine myself married or having children. When I thought of my future, I thought of myself as some kind of Simone de Beauvoir, or Alexandra David-Neel, women who were role models to me. I would probably have loved to see myself as Marie Curie, had I not been hopeless at sciences.
But married, certainly not! And children intimidated me and I thought of babies as awful crawling little pieces. There were even times when I thought I was slightly unbalanced in that respect 😉 Maybe I was.
Anyway, I did get a job, became a teacher –the last thing I ever wanted to do, but as soon as I started teaching, I loved it.
Just the same, I did get married, loved it and loved having a baby, when my daughter was born.
My generation was lucky enough to surf in the period just between the Pill and AIDS, so our life was pretty easy in that respect. And like a lot of women in my time, I marched, petitioned for women’s right to contraception, abortion, career etc. We paved the way for our daughters to have an easier life, but so did a lot of men, including my husband. I always wanted to be WITH men, not against them, as long as they were for women’s equality of rights.
We are far, in this country, from having achieved equality of treatment. Edith Cresson, our only woman Prime Minister ever, was quite ill-treated by the press and her fellow politicians, when she was appointed. Even the Wikipedia article I pointed to, looked pretty mysogynistic to me. In the 21st century, French society still suffers from deeply-rooted mysogyny.
Enough rambling. I definitely hate mysoginy and mysoginistic people, be they men or women, but will not call myself an elder feminist blogger. Just an elder woman blogger.
Like every other post on this blog, all the code used was taught to me by Meg at MandarinDesign who sadly passed away and who I already miss a lot.