Open Letter to Feminism

Feminism, after 42 years of living in the society you have created I have a few bones of contention to pick with you. You told me as a youth to forget the 25 year loving relationship my parents had as a role model and be my own "independent woman". You told me a career would bring me more happiness and fulfillment than a man ever would.

As a youth I had many sexual relationships with men because you taught me that I was "empowered" when I exercised my "right" to pick and choose my partners. But you failed to inform me that once a man got what he wanted so easily he would take off and leave me with the memories of the precious pieces I gave of myself away.

You told me that those feelings of being used and sexuality being precious was only a result of the patriarchal conditioning I received. That I would be certain it was only a result of propaganda and not an inner truth if only I informed myself enough on the history of the world. It has now been 30 years since I first had sex and I have a Masters degree in the study of the ultimate patriarchy: religion, but those feelings never did leave me. I was lucky though, at least I never got an STD like my other "empowered sisters" got while exercising their "right".

Feminism, you told me that I was equal to a man. But you forgot to acknowledge that nature has equipped me with the ability to gestate, labor, breast feed and child rear which can leave me dependent on a male at some points in my life. You never addressed how my lesser upper body strength leaves me a sad match in protecting myself and young. You never informed me that my less developed eye sight leaves me a weak hunter.

Feminism, you told me that my desire to keep strong social ties centered around the hearth was mere clap-trap. But pschiatrists and psychologists now have evidence to prove you otherwise.

Feminism, you made me feel ashamed and needy for having secret thoughts about making a family just like my parents had, you told me I was a "traitor" to the cause because I just couldn't understand how my Father, who I seen work three jobs for 60 hours a week to feed his family was "repressing us all".

Feminism, you told me that I am "weak" unless I go out and slaughter the bacon, come home and cook it and clean up afterwards no matter how tired or unequipped I may be. You told me I was "stupid" when I expressed the desire to have a mate that would perform the slaughtering function because I thought he was genetically better suited to it than I. You told me I was "nor smart" because I admitted to liking decorating, sewing and cooking more than factory work.