I mean, didn't you also grow up on fairy tales like Sleeping Beauty and Rapunzel, where Prince Charming comes to rescue fair maiden with no effort on her part, even if she does need to wait 100 years before he comes?
I do not know how to type on the internet the sound of my drink coming out my nose. (Good thing I wasn't actually drinking anything.)
Um, when she was pregnant with me my mom was a state officer of NOW and marched in pro-ERA rallies in other states. I grew up reading Greek mythology and Nancy Drew stories, and if there was ever any pressure from anyone not to show up the boys, I was blissfully, nerdishly oblivious to it (not only did I have no particular desire to be liked by them, but I was just better than they were, and I enjoyed kicking people's asses, because goodness knows I had nothing better to do).
Which is to say, I think our upbringings in the feminism regard represent pretty much the opposite ends of the spectrum without actually departing from the socially acceptable. But I cannot begin to imagine the upbringing in which girls (intelligent, nerdish ones no less) accepted that, much less in which they grew up to assume everyone was subject to it. Thus the hypothetical drink out my nose.
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Date: 2006-01-29 01:23 am (UTC)I do not know how to type on the internet the sound of my drink coming out my nose. (Good thing I wasn't actually drinking anything.)
Um, when she was pregnant with me my mom was a state officer of NOW and marched in pro-ERA rallies in other states. I grew up reading Greek mythology and Nancy Drew stories, and if there was ever any pressure from anyone not to show up the boys, I was blissfully, nerdishly oblivious to it (not only did I have no particular desire to be liked by them, but I was just better than they were, and I enjoyed kicking people's asses, because goodness knows I had nothing better to do).
Which is to say, I think our upbringings in the feminism regard represent pretty much the opposite ends of the spectrum without actually departing from the socially acceptable. But I cannot begin to imagine the upbringing in which girls (intelligent, nerdish ones no less) accepted that, much less in which they grew up to assume everyone was subject to it. Thus the hypothetical drink out my nose.