The Lifespan of a Fly


What We Lost

Doris Anderson

Doris Hilda Anderson, CBC: Life and Times

Last week I handed in an essay on Doris Hilda Anderson. If you’re a Canadian, and a woman, and you don’t know who she is, please do me a favour and quickly Google her. actually, you know what? Just click this and be re-directed to a Wikipedia page, because you really should know who she is and what she did for us. So, now that you’d read a little bit about her, aren’t you embarrassed to not know who she is?

Her autobiography “Rebel Daughter” was absolutely fascinating. It outlined her life growing up in Calgary, Alberta during the Great Depression and her continued fight against the status quo. Pretty much, you’re freaking lucky this lady was around, girls. Women have only really truly had their equal rights in Canada since 1981. Yeah, only thirty years have gone past and yet my own generation is completely in the dark about how it was. But I think we lost something when we gained feminism.

I think we lost an essential skill set: domestication. My own generation of women are, well, sort of useless. Oh sure, we hold down jobs and are good at things, but how many actually know how to cook? How many can cook without a recipe? How many of us bake? How many of us can sew? Yeah, not very many. And why would we have to? Dinner is a phone call away. You can have that pretty dress for the office Christmas party for $120, in all sizes and colours. This is capitalism, and this is feminism.

When we gained the freedom to pursue our own interests, we forgot how to do those things our grandmothers spent a life doing. So ladies, have we really helped ourselves? Or have we traded in our over mitts and sewing machines for computer screens and drive-thru? We have lost what made us the queens and conquerors of our homes. We have lost autonomy from mass-produced, capitalistic, shit.

So ladies, remember the women who lived through the Great Depression, who saw the fight for our freedom, and who watched us forget all about it… do them a favour, Ok? Let’s learn to do those skills that are taken for granted; that are needed, but unappreciated. Let’s learn how to do this stuff because if we don’t, we will never be able to gain back what we’ve lost.

Edit: We’ve already kicked men’s asses in the workforce, so let’s kick their asses at home again. Cool?

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Feminism bows to genetic training
June 29, 2010, 1:10 PM
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Ok, so I’ve had numerous cups of coffee and some diet Pepsi and lunch so now I actually feel like I can communicate in a manner which would allow you to understand my irrational rambling. I blame Mike’s insomnia for my own grogginess. Every few months he battles insomnia for about a week or two, and because misery loves company, I must stay awake and assist him with whatever he’s got going on at eleven o’clock at night.

Last night it was samosas. For anyone who remembers my post “Watch out Billy! Those are Cannibals!” then it’s not surprising that I LOVE curry. Like, a lot. So of course I was pretty stoked about these samosas.

Mike has discovered that I have a knack for folding pastry and making potato stuffed pastries. Apparently, only a few decades of feminism aren’t enough to purify ourselves of the many centuries (millennia, whatever) of catering to our men. Therefore, guess who got stuck stuffing the samosas? Yeah, the wife in an apron (my dress was white. Bite me).

Which got me to thinking about feminism in the first place. I understand that equal rights are great and everything. And being able to speak out against drunk husbands that beat us is a pretty awesome privilege, but sometimes I can’t help but feel a little nostalgic for the days where we women would spend their days making dinner and looking pretty.

So here we are shouting about the importance of equal rights, yet there are so many double standards surrounding us. First, women are expected to look a certain way all the time, regardless of how hard we might work. Impeccable hair is required, make-up nearly mandatory and clothes, oh man the clothes. The office is like a non-stop fashion show that manages to just (and only just) meet the dress-code requirements.

Not only are we expected to look a certain way, but again we’re further expected to raise fully functional children on sometimes as little as four hours a day. No wonder North America is populated by so many psychopaths when a stable home life is valued less than a dollar a day.

I guess this goes back to the post I wrote about community. Do we even have it anymore? Where do we get it back from? I think I know the answer: women. So although I appreciate having the right to vote, and make money, and divorce my abusive husband, and own property, and all that grandness, I can’t help but want to wear dresses and lipstick to nowhere fancy but the store.

Feminism, thank you for what you’ve done, but I think I’ll hold onto my bra for now and pray for a day that returns women to their families.