I don't have to like the things all feminists do or say because I am a feminist.
I don't have to like the things all humans do because I am a human.
I don't have to be black to believe that black lives matter.
I do have to respect that some blacks do not want me in their spaces because I don't make them feel safe. Because I trigger something in them.
I do have to respect that queer, transgendered, or lesbian people may not want me, a cis-gendered woman, in their group.
I can be angry about things some men have done to me, and my sisters-in-arms and not be angry at all men.
I am a feminist because I have sat at meetings and said things that have been ignored but when the very same thing was said by a man at the table it was applauded.
I am a feminist because I have come up with good ideas at meetings that were later attributed to a man.
I am a feminist because I was assaulted in a pub by a table full of boys and I didn't do anything about it. Nor did anyone else.
I am a feminist because I quit a sewing course I was enjoying because a group of boys taunted me on the bus ride home.
I am a feminist because a boy tried to force me to have sex with him and I apologized to him as he drove me home.
I am a feminist because my father wouldn't let my mother work.
I am a feminist because 100 years ago I wouldn't have been allowed to vote.
I am a feminist because women are still considered to be chattal in some cultures and not too long ago in mine.
I am a feminist because a strong women is still considered bitchy, or whiny, and a strong man is considered powerful.
I am a feminist because there still is a glass ceiling.
I am a feminist because there still isn't equal pay for equal work.
I am a feminist because I see all those aged, white men in boardrooms, and parliaments and senates and it makes me crazy.
I am a feminist because I want life to be fair, and it isn't.
I am not throwing out the baby with the bath water.
Just because I speak out for women, or blacks speak out for blacks, or queers speak out for queers doesn't mean that other lives don't matter.
It just means that the lives that are needing to be heard at that moment matter and their cause does not need to be diluted.
Of course we all matter.
Of course we all should be kinder to each other.
We should all be human, just human, but we aren't there yet, and just because a movement makes some mistakes, or gets too militant, it doesn't mean the movement is or was a mistake. It just means we are growing, and learning, and striving.
Maybe being angry isn't the best way, but it is a necessary step in the way.
I don't think we should ever talk in absolutes about all men, or all women, or all blacks, or all muslims, or all christians.
We should talk about behaviours and consequences, causes and effects.
It is true that an eye for an eye makes the whole world blind.
But an eye for an ear makes it harder for me to see you or you to hear me.
Sunday, March 19, 2017
I did finish another pair of socks:
I did almost finish the third quadrant (although I was cocky and didn't use a life line and had to redo rows 61-63 three times).
Lifeline now securely in place.
I did start my second Elizabeth Zimmerman sweater using up my Cascade 220.
Then I bought this pattern Iona, from Lucy Hague.
And then I went to the Fibres West convention to buy wool for the above said blanket.
I have always fretted about choosing colours, but Kinfolk Yarn was there, and I was determined to pick and choose and finally ended up with this:
I am so happy - and my wallet is now so light - and I am officially not cold sheeping anymore. Cold Sheep is a term used on Ravelry. By committing to going Cold Sheep (instead of cold turkey), you’re committing to not buying more yarn until you hit a certain time goal or have knit down your stash of previously purchased yarns. I have been cold sheeping for over a year (except for that wool I bought in London, and that hemp I bought last October) and I did promise myself that if I was to buy yarn once my cold sheeping was done I had to have a project in mind. And I do. So there is that.
I also bought some more hemp (300 gms) for a couple of more zodiac pot-holders.
And of course I HAD to buy more stitch markers, because, well, Houston - we have a problem.
Lastly I have some white Cascade 220 that I am going to dye pink because I just have to make myself a pussy hat. I have re-wound it into a skein and now I am off to buy some pink kool-aid.
I just have to - cause I just have to have one of 'those' hats.