Ok, when I was a teenager, I was what you might refer to as a feminist. In fact, at Young Life camp, when I did Work Crew for a month, some of the guys joked that I carried a pink swastika (feminazi) and a sharpened carrot (I was also a raging vegetarian). I really was not an obnoxious feminist who treated all guys like they are trash while we are queens. Rather, I felt that women were/are just as good as men and should never be treated otherwise. I proved this often by doing the "heavy" lifting and "tough guy" challenges that the guys would compete over, earning myself the iron man (in this case woman) award at the end of the month. My feminism manifested itself in a variety of ways, all tame I assure you, but one of these ways was my absolute determination to raise any girl children I might have to be strong, independent, and definately not housewives.
Fast-forward to today, and discover this evidence:
Yes, that is me vacuuming while my eldest daughter imitates me with her own little vacuum. This picture would have made young me choke. I guess what I have discovered is that housewives are some of the strongest women I know, and that there is no shame in pretending to be one. That being said, she also has a doctor set, you know, just in case.
