“The thing is, it’s patriarchy that says men are stupid and monolithic and unchanging and incapable. It’s patriarchy that says men have animalistic instincts and just can’t stop themselves from harassing and assaulting. It’s patriarchy that says men can only be attracted by certain qualities, can only have particular kinds of responses, can only experience the world in narrow ways. Feminism holds that men are capable of more – are more than that.”—
I love this. I just had a discussion tonight with my smart, focused (and awesome) husband about how I’m frustrated by our entertainment culture portraying men as stupid, useless and lazy. My husband is kind, educated and engaged in life. I also know he’s got my back in the event of a Zombie Apocalypse.
It has nothing to do with gender and everything to do with striving to be the best of what we see in each other.
Andrew Zimmern (the chef and intrepid eater-of-everything) is my daughter’s favorite person in the world. We watch his show Bizarre Foods and she says she wants to be a great chef someday. She tries every food we give her.
Last night during dinner the five-year-old said in an accusing tone, “Mom, I’ve never eaten lobster OR monkfish OR barnacles.”
I replied, “Well, we will have to try those someday. There’s time.”
“Make it a promise, Mom. Do you PRAH-MISS? Because that means it has to happen.”
“Yes, sweetie. I promise.” I took another bite of my salad.
She nodded, satisfied that this was a pact of absolute truth (I know she will file this in her memory forever. She’s that kind of kid).
So it seems we’re raising a thrill-seeker with expensive taste. Someday we’ll travel to Chile to dine on everything that moves. I love parenting.
Oscar Fingal O’Flahertie Wills Wilde. Today marks 111 years since he passed on. You are still so very beloved today, Mr. Wilde, and so much an inspiration in writing and life. ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Oscar was on my mind last night. I was standing in the shower and thinking about Tilda Swinton dressed as Wilde with a purple bow around her lovely swan-like neck. True story. My brain is a scary place, indeed.
Tip: Never tell the grandparents you’re not very close to about anything you like, because then they’ll keep bringing it up for the rest of your life.
This is true. I once mentioned that I liked sunflowers when I was fourteen. For the next five years I received sunflower cushions, decorative silk sunflowers, sunflower duvet for gifts…it was insanity. So I don’t care much for sunflowers now. Or distant relatives. :D