Hi readers. Could I ask a favour, please? I’m working on a zine project for my women’s studies class, and have launched a blog to complement it. Both relate to a recent post on how the personal feels political. The blog is called Moms Are Feminists Too. If you are a feminist and a mother, or even a mother who’s thought a bit about feminism, would you consider visiting and responding to my opening questionnaire? It focuses on motherhood, identity, work, and feminism.
I haven’t got any brilliant ideas, yet, for change, but basically want to create a forum to discuss how we can make this job of mothering more valued in our culture. Think of these two extreme characterizations of stay-home mothers: yummy mummies and welfare moms. Think of the negative baggage both of those images carry: on the one hand, we have the self-indugent hyper-privileged moms, and on the other, the lazy, uneducated moms. It’s mean. And it’s prevalent. (Can you think of a different prevailing characterization for motherhood today? If so, I want to know! My fuzzy-mummy brain can’t conjure any up …). (And, yes, I wrote that last sentence on purpose). Stay-at-home dads face similar problems, which makes me think the underlying issue is a general cultural disdain for childcare and children.
Because this is a school-related project, I can’t promise it will have legs past the assignment’s due date. But then again, maybe it will. Thanks in advance for your help and input!
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Note: you don’t have agree with everything / anything I’m saying to add your voice to the mix.
O QUE EU DESEJO
Por: William Vicente Borges
Que na sua vida…
Tudo tenha a beleza das flores,
Que não falte a luz do luar,
Que os amigos sejam todos sinceros,
Que o mar nunca se agite, mas se agitar
que o barco nunca afunde.
Que os beija-flores visitem
todos os dias o seu jardim,
Que os passarinhos cantem em sua janela,
Que os sorrisos se multipliquem
em sua face.
Que a inspiração renasça
a cada manhã.
Que teus sonhos sejam realizados,
Que seus dias de semana, sejam como o domingo.
Que o mal não chegue a porta da casa.
Que a tua dispensa esteja sempre abarrotada.
Que teus olhos só contemplem bondade,
Que cada passo teu seja iluminado por Deus.
Que todas as manhãs te recebam com um sorriso.
É O QUE EU DESEJO
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Inverno de 2009