Thursday, November 1, 2012

Housewife.

I always claimed that I didn't want to be a housewife. In my mind this was the ultimate role that gave power to the male superiority over women.  I remember my junior year in college and I remember being frustrated and angry at the injustices that I had to endure because I was a woman. I hated being viewed as bitch just because I was outspoken and strong. I disliked with a passion being in student government and being known as the bitch. I was misunderstood and for some reason I refused to be viewed as emotional.


I created a barrier that later became my defense mechanism towards all that would show emotions or weaknesses as I referred to any emotion that showed vulnerability. I saw males as the enemy and I saw any female that would gladly give in or accept the type roles that were manifested upon us, women, as the norm the reason why we could not reach equality and equity. I was an angry feminist that would fight for cause at any cost. Boy was I wrong.

Recently, I was making diner as I was in my kitchen in a very cute brown and sky blue apron I had an epiphany. I would be a great housewife and I would very happy being that too.  Somewhere in between the inevitable stages of becoming an adult and gaining a different point of view I discovered that being a feminist is about doing what makes you happy. Being free to decide your journey and not having to fight for that choice or for that choice to be respected.  Today, I am an RD but tomorrow or 3 years from now I can be housewife and that is my choice and that choice will be respected. This is what a feminist looks like.