Months ago, someone questioned the purpose of this blog, and I wasn’t sure how to respond. While I'm going to reserve the right to change my mind again in a week, a month or ten years, this is where I'm coming from today:
I've been known to go on tangents or to "speak" passionately about a certain subject, but I’m honestly not trying to convert anyone to my version of feminism, or tout it as better than any other version. I realize that my wandering path will not resonante with every woman…or even be relevant for every woman. I wouldn't dream of suggesting I understand the struggles other women face on a daily basis - I can barely make sense of my own. Seriously.
My intention is not to judge or influence, but to discuss. I'm trying to open my mind and challenge everything I've ever believed about women, men and feminism. Why? Because after ten or twelve years of banging my head against the wall, I'm (FINALLY) ready to admit that I might be wrong...about a lot. This realization has been confusing, frustrating and frequently met with judgement (from myself, as well as others). I know there are other women who are smart, attractive and successful, yet wonder why they have "bad luck" with love. As someone who is recovering from disastrous stints as a kissing slut, "one of the guys" and a die-hard feminist, I simply want to share my stories while I rediscover my own femininity and pursue a distinct, and completely foreign, type of happiness, balance and satisfaction in my personal life.
Sunday, July 19, 2009
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