I have thought about the girlchild and feminism long and hard.
Some days I wonder if being conservative was the only way for her to rebel against her mother. I was raised by my grandmother. Her conservativism helped to send me into gothic, feminist, motorcycle-riding rebellion.
The girlchild marched next to me as I reclaimed the night, she saw me somber for Thursdays in black. She came along to the FLAPS meetings and listened to us laugh. While I was studying at the Northern Territory University, she quietly sat next to me, drawing pictures of australopithecines when I couldn’t find childcare, but had to attend an Anthroplogy lecture. She understood the limitations and the unfairness. She is the outcome of sole-parent parenting and has seen and felt discrimination of that first-hand.
She is a strong, formidable person- and under no illusions.
She has been taught to use the tools, the knowledge and possess the confidence needed to advocate if she feels she must. Right now she is gorging on her "it" time in this society which values (and rewards) young, intelligent, beautiful people.
I will watch her maturation with interest and pride, and if she needs a refresher course in placard writing then I am her grrrl. If, in fact, she glides through life, without having to face battles related to her gender, then I am still her grrrl. My approval, love and acceptance of the girlchild is unconditional.
If my contribution to feminism has helped her (and her peers) have an easier time as women then what we were advocating for has occurred.
I continually observe her using aspects of a feminist ideology- that is the expectation of equality between the sexes. What she resists is the collectivism (and the ‘sharing’ inherent in that) and the feminist label.
There is a crypto-feminist in the house!
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