Family life from the feminist perspective; can women have it all? Can anyone?
Next Wave Feminism?
Women have been fighting for their rights for the last 200 years. In many ways, we have progressed by leaps and bounds. We can vote, own property, have a job, make our own money, go to school, and are no longer sent to a looney bin for saying no to our dads or husbands. However, when it comes to domestic abuse, there is still a long way to go before the law and society catches up to where we should be.
We are all so quick to say what we would do if someone hurts our child. We all voice our plots and our plans if the unthinkable were ever to happen. We all get so enraged at the mere thought of someone hurting our babies. We even go as far as to say we would kill for our children. But what about when it does actually happen? What do we do then? What do we do when our child tell us that they have been abused in the worst way?
Book Reflection: 'Miscarriage: What Every Woman Needs to Know'
It's been eight days. A hard eight days where I have had a lot of time to think and process and understand—I haven't 'moved on'; I don't think there is ever way to move on from something like this. My problem is that I am a massive control freak and going through a miscarriage hasn't worked well with that. Personally, I am not religious and therefore I can't find comfort in a faith or an omniscient being. Thus, I bought this book to understand the scientific reasons behind why miscarriage happens. I read it quickly and I will probably have to read it again to reabsorb. But it has helped me hugely, even if to reinforce the understanding that there was nothing I could have done to change it, nor anything I did to trigger losing our baby.
I Am a Christian and I Had an Abortion (Part 1)
7...14...21...28, 29, 30, 31... 32. Thirty-two days since my last cycle. I was late. In fifteen years I had never been late. Which only meant...
I Am a Christian and I Had an Abortion (Part 2)
I still had to wait another seven days before I could even be seen. In the meantime, I tormented myself by going online and seeing what developments would occur in my pregnancy and the cons of having an abortion. I found Christian propaganda—something about how abortions cause breast cancer.
So When Are You Having Kids?
Let me start off by saying that I AM NOT A MOTHER. I am not trying to discredit women who want to be stay-at-home moms. I tip my hat to the women who wake up before the sun rises because their infant needs to be fed. To the mothers who tuck their toddlers in at night and read them bedtime stories. To the women who inadvertently speak to adults like one of their children, because they rarely interact with grown ups anymore since they are 24/7 Bubble Guppy watching, Bob the Builder toy playing, Disney sing-along karaokers. This message is NOT for you, though you need to know how important and worthwhile you are.
The Monologue of an Unborn Baby
Week 8: Mother said my name was to be Jamal, Nikhil or Sachin, like the famous cricket player. Father said maybe something a little more traditional, perhaps Naadir, Shahid or Muhammad, like the famous prophet. I listened intently and giggled. Oh if only they knew.
Mom-shaming Needs to Stop (Pt. 2)
As if mother's don't go through enough just to get their child into the world, then they have to deal with the world telling them exactly how they should take care of their new bundle of joy. Being a mother is hard, but it is often made more difficult by other mothers thinking that their word is gospel.
Mom-shaming Needs to Stop (Pt. 1)
It seems that you can never win when you're a mom. You are damned if you do and damned if you don't. And the worst thing about it is it's other women who are most likely to give you a hard time about your choices.
It Must Be Nice
It must be nice... It must be nice to be able to stay awake as long as you want playing video games while your significant other is listening for the baby hoping to get a little rest, after being up until 6 AM taking care of the same baby that you helped create. It must be nice to sleep the whole night knowing if your child makes the slightest little fuss your significant other will be right there to attend to the baby's needs while you sleep through the night. It must be nice to nap whenever you want, whether someone needs your help or not.
Because You’re a Girl
Dear fellow readers, Full disclosure, I suck at typing but nevertheless, I am here today to tell you my story. The story of being a girl. It may be typical but to me it’s been anything but typical. Now, let’s jump right in.
A Complicated & Confusing #MeToo
Do you remember, Daddy? Or is it something an elementary schooler would make up? Because I honestly don’t remember my childhood besides the few incidences we had. It’s something I’m just now dealing with at 20-years-old and I’m slowly starting to realize that you were the catalyst for my mental illnesses and personality disorder. Well, and Mom, but that’s a different kind of abuse. Now don’t get me wrong, my mother didn’t know about the abuse while it was going on. “How would she not?” I’m sure that’s what many of you are asking. The reason is because when my parents divorced when I was two, my mom moved back to Oklahoma and me and my dad stayed in Florida, coming to Oklahoma occasionally. Conveniently, most of the abuse happened in Florida from what I can remember.