Failing at feminism

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I am not an academic feminist – I know, it’s hard to believe. I’m not down with all the terminology but thanks to social media and motherhood, I’m on a one way path to feminism betterment and quite frankly, I feel like I’m screwing up weekly.

In my youth, feminism was all about “choice”. I gave little thought to the structural barriers that quite often impede “choice” because I was too busy wasting time doing whatever the hell it is I did with all my spare time. I thought *Bechdel was a cheese sauce.

I am often reminded of my feminist flaws via my much more educated feminist sisters, blog posts and articles shared via Twitter and Facebook. I once spent several weeks talking up Aaron Sorkin’s television show The Newsroom before someone tweeted a link to an article which dissected its complete and utter failure at said cheese sauce. It now appears that I can no longer enjoy many of my favourite programs or movies. I can’t even speak about Love Actually.

As for motherhood – can we get a feminist road map here?  Is being a stay at home parent a feminist choice or not? And why do some self-proclaimed feminists deride mothers so much? I’m frequently flummoxed by feminists fearing 4WD prams and if I never hear the words ‘über mum’ again it will be too soon.

I’ve learned that sharing a vagina doesn’t make us sisters but I’m not sure if some hide behind that one while secretly tearing other women a new one. And do women actually tear each other down or are the menfolk attempting to sidetrack us in case we start closing that 17%-22% pay gap?  Also does Peppa Pig pass the Bechdel Test? I’m asking for a ‘friend’.

My head hurts.

* A test for movies and television that must meet the following three criteria: (1) it has to have at least two women in it, who (2) who talk to each other, about (3) something besides a man.

 Are you frequently flummoxed by feminism?