Blast from the Past

Today, I was at my friend’s house working on a project for school. It was getting late so her mum made us dinner. At the table, my friend’s dad was ordering her mum around and asking for things to be brought to him. Now, it was all in good fun, but it still bugged me a little bit because it reminded me of the times that Betty Friedan discuss in “Feminine Mystique”. And then, to make matters worse…my friend’s mum starts talking about how she just lost her job. While we were eating, she started complaining about her lack of job. Then she came to the realization that now that she doesn’t have a job she MUST resume the housewife roll. She proceeded to name off a laundry list of chores for her to do tomorrow: clean kitchen floor, wash clothes, scrub walls, clean kids’ rooms, etc. 

Does this sound familiar? If you have read Feminine Mystique then you know what I am talking about. If not, then I will explain to you that the matter at hand is one of 20th century women thinking. It is the fact that women used to believe that all they were good for was house work and being a housewife and a stay at home mom. Women had no identity in those days because they would only be able to relate the the household world and were in turn cut off from the outside realms of reality. They were essentially brainwashed by the popular Housekeeping magazines of those days - convinced that their only purpose in life was to serve their husband and children. They were slaves to their own lives; to their own loves; to their own families; to their own genders. Does this seem fair? NO! 

Why was it that Pre-Friedan, anyone with a vagina was meant to be trapped in a house bearing an apron and heels the whole day in order to maintain a “proper image”? Nonsense. Thanks to Betty Friedan, the beloved founder of our modern movement, we have been able to branch out past these horrid confinements of social injustices. To be a woman is to be strong, independent, loving, powerful, and capable of doing what others can’t. We are born with a motherly instinct, with a heart, with a mind set for living life for happiness. And so, we march on and persevere through the rough patches of weeds that stand in our way of beautiful meadows. 

Houses are for families to live in, love in, and laugh in. Not, for women to be confined in, to clean in, and to cook in.