Darn double-edged sword: Just because I'm feminist-ish, doesn't mean I don't want you to hold the door open for me

My boyfriend found my blog. While I would ordinarily love to share my writing with him, there are certain things that I don’t think he needs to know…like my thoughts on his roommate, Jed. Although he has sworn he won't read TAF anymore, now that the feminist card is out there, there are times when I feel like he is trying to use it against me.

For instance, I was recently upset because he didn’t call me when I thought he should have. His response was something along the lines of, “this day and age, a woman can call a guy too.” Ummmmm, so NOT the point. Just because I think women should be respected and treated as intellectual equals, doesn’t mean that the rules of persual shouldn't be left as nature intended them. The last thing I want is for my strength and feminism to be misinterpreted in this way.

I love it when J-Dogg opens the door for me, helps me with my coat, carries my bag, lets me know he is thinking about me, and generally makes me feel like the gentler sex. For me, gentler doesn’t mean weaker. In fact, I love it when he takes control sometimes. Being a strong, independent woman can be exhausting, and it feels nice when he takes care of me.