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Can't get to sleep because ADHD is forcing you to seek dopamine in the wee, quiet hours?
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Take it or leave it
Had a nice visit with my grandmother this weekend. And over our reminiscing, an important point came up.
People like to make fun of feminists, especially radical feminists, for having been abused by men, and those of us who have been rightly point out that that’s a stain on men, not on feminists, and that yes abuse from men is exactly a good reason for a woman to want women’s liberation from male violence and control, and to become part of the women’s movement. But this isn’t the case for every single feminist, and not even every single radical feminist.
My grandmother grew up on a farm with loving parents who raised her to be independent and encouraged her intelligence and practicality. She drove a tractor at four, and operated her grandfather’s vegetable stand, and she never had any inclination that there were “boy things” and “girl things” and that women couldn’t do “men’s work” or any of that shit.
She first encountered the attitude in high school, where debates on whether women should have been given the vote took place in class, where people took her less seriously because she was a girl. And it was because she’d had the foundation of being treated on her merits as a person and valued for her strengths without any limits imposed on her for her sex, that she was not willing to suddenly have that change.
So she became a second waver, married as a young adult but then divorced the bastard, dropped men who weren’t her intellectual equal, fought her way through architecture school to graduate magna cum laude at the top of her class, and has used her expertise in many subjects to advocate for women, for the elderly, for the disabled, for racial minorities, for non-Christian representation, and for LGB representation (and T within reason).
It’s not that she never met any abusive men throughout her life - she met them as a teen and she met them as an adult - but that wasn’t her foundation, wasn’t her introduction to the world.
And so it can happen both ways. Women can become feminists because we experience abuse by men from infancy and often onward. Or we can become feminists because life started out really good for us and we aren’t willing to give in and let the world tell us we can never have that again.
Great-Grand Aunt: How are things going?
Me: Ok, nothing exciting.
Great-Grand Aunt: We have to make our own sunshine.
TLT: Grandma's Wisdom
Grandma's advice doesn't just apply to baking. #flash fiction #3LineTales #amwriting
This post is for Sonya’s Three Line Tales. Photo Prompt: Stephanie McCabe Grandma’s Wisdom Grandma always said that the thing to aim for was elegance, sweetly understated; that the magic lay in the simplicity. The ingredients might be plain but when blended they created a perfection no one could resist. She always got the feeling that Grandma wasn’t just talking about cakes.
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Old Woman Wisdom:
I was standing awkwardly outside of my art classroom, and this old woman, who was having trouble with her walker, walked out of it along with all of her friends. As she was leaving, she was asking where the elevator was, but out of all of the students loitering in the hallway, I was the only person who took the time to disconnect myself from my egocentric world and answer her. Looking thankfully at me, she said this as she hobbled away, "Don't be like me. You know, I was young once and took all of this for granted. I was beautiful like you, too. Don't take your youth for granted because it goes away."
I initially thought, "Wow. This is morbid."; however, now that I think about it, I do take being young for granted. Sleeping away my days and stressing over the little things. I need to appreciate everything that I have a lot more than I do at present.
I look at some girls and I think Girl, you are trying wayyyy too hard. But then I remember that I'm old and they are young, and I was the same way back then.