Getting to know your friendly neighborhood feminist
Recently I met with a friend who had just finished reading my manuscript and wanted to give me her feedback.
(Whaddaya mean what manuscript?!! THIS ONE. The one that’s going to be available in both digital and analog form later this year.)
Unlike my oldest friends, who have known me ever since I was a ranty Bratmobile-blasting young feminist, and my activist friends, who know me as a ranty radical housewife and mama, this particular friend and I met in circumstances in which my feminism wasn’t front and center. She admitted that when she learned that I was the president of Minnesota NOW, she panicked a little and wondered when she would say something to offend me.
Isn’t that funny? A liberal, south Minneapolis Obama voter worried that she’d be snarled at by an Angry Feminist! Even one who had the not-very-P.C. job of housewife!
Really, is there anything terrifying about this weirdo at the March for Women’s Lives, April 2004?
On second thought, don’t answer that.
Anyway, I’m happy to say that this friend not only liked the book, she felt that it laid out a pretty good argument about how feminism is relevant and important not only to ranters, riot grrrls and radicals but to all parents everywhere.
As I write in my introduction:
Beyond the white picket fence that surrounds Focus on the Family, the American Family Council, Concerned Women for America, and other groups coalesced around “family values,” things aren’t all that great. If American families were valued, schools would be fully funded and kindergarten bake sales abolished. Childcare workers would be paid six figures. Men would clamor for mandated paternity leave, eager to gain the respect and recognition that comes with dedicating time and energy to the diapering of a newborn. Health care would be a right, not a privilege. Safe contraception would be available in your grocery store or gas station. Pro-lifers would direct their considerable resources towards the health and education of post-born children instead of fussing over two-celled blobs in petri dishes or worse, the wombs of sentient female adults.
Damn! That’s good stuff.
I can’t wait for you to read it yourself. I want you, YES YOU, to be among the first to know when The Radical Housewife is available from the good people at Medusa’s Muse Press. To that end, I am setting up an Official Radical Housewife Mailing List™ and if you’ll kindly share your e-mail address with me I promise to use it only in the service of REDEFINING FAMILY VALUES FOR THE 21ST CENTURY. I will never give it to a third party, no matter nicely they ask.
What are you waiting for?