I'm the 53 y.o. son of a closet feminist (she's also a covert narcissist, which shouldn't surprise anyone). I see feminism as female supremacism; gynocentrism on steroids. My mother is proud that one of her ancestors was a Suffragette, whereas I am an ardent anti-feminist. We are poles apart and I make no effort to hide that fact. I make no distinction between the so-called waves of feminism like apologists try to do. They're just different life stages of the same noxious weed, and I can't abide weeds.
I'm 61 years old. My mother was a type of feminist that was very prevalent among boomer mothers. These mothers mostly didn't embrace the freedom of dumping the husband. Instead, they'd encourage their daughters to believe "you want to be a career girl with your own apartment," push their girls into higher education, and denigrate any of the daughter's impulses to want to do the natural thing and marry young and produce children. Many girls I knew in school were getting the same push from their mothers to put school first, and worry about boys later. Or worse, they'd tell us you won't find a boyfriend/husband if you're looking for one.
Compare that to my mom's childhood, where the school and the community would do all they could to encourage the teens to mingle and become accustomed to paring up with the opposite sex - dances, proms, mixers, where one had to bring a date of the opposite sex. Subsequently, it's gotten even worse, with the norm now being proms full of kids going stag or in a group. No wonder there are young people today who think that polyamory is a viable family structure.
My moms' fav show, of course. I'd look at her friend Rhoda (who moved to Minneapolis because she believed the cold weather would act as a preservative and slow her acquisition of the signs of aging) and think, "Nah, I want a nice husband and family."
Have you read Janices book, the Sons of Feminism?
I have not, but it's going on my to-buy list now 😀
It would in my opinion be very interesting to interview the adult children of last centuries feminists.
I'm the 53 y.o. son of a closet feminist (she's also a covert narcissist, which shouldn't surprise anyone). I see feminism as female supremacism; gynocentrism on steroids. My mother is proud that one of her ancestors was a Suffragette, whereas I am an ardent anti-feminist. We are poles apart and I make no effort to hide that fact. I make no distinction between the so-called waves of feminism like apologists try to do. They're just different life stages of the same noxious weed, and I can't abide weeds.
The thread that holds them together is the use of relational aggression tactics and their antipathy towards men.
You are right, of course.
I'm 61 years old. My mother was a type of feminist that was very prevalent among boomer mothers. These mothers mostly didn't embrace the freedom of dumping the husband. Instead, they'd encourage their daughters to believe "you want to be a career girl with your own apartment," push their girls into higher education, and denigrate any of the daughter's impulses to want to do the natural thing and marry young and produce children. Many girls I knew in school were getting the same push from their mothers to put school first, and worry about boys later. Or worse, they'd tell us you won't find a boyfriend/husband if you're looking for one.
Compare that to my mom's childhood, where the school and the community would do all they could to encourage the teens to mingle and become accustomed to paring up with the opposite sex - dances, proms, mixers, where one had to bring a date of the opposite sex. Subsequently, it's gotten even worse, with the norm now being proms full of kids going stag or in a group. No wonder there are young people today who think that polyamory is a viable family structure.
My moms' fav show, of course. I'd look at her friend Rhoda (who moved to Minneapolis because she believed the cold weather would act as a preservative and slow her acquisition of the signs of aging) and think, "Nah, I want a nice husband and family."
No but will try to get it