|My feminist Mormon family (2008 - San Francisco, CA)|
First of all, I'll address what kind of feminist I am.
I am the kind of feminist who hates that women didn't have a right to vote until 1920 in America.
I am the kind of feminist who hates that women get paid "only 77 cents on the male dollar [...]. (That number drops to 68% for African-American women and 58% for Latinas.)"(Reference from TIME mag, based on stats from 2009.)
I am the kind of feminist who wants women to have equal rights, but don't want to turn my bra into a pile of ash. I don't look at it as a "harness", I look at it as a tool to improve my posture (as well as other practical applications during the winter season).
I am the kind of feminist who values her role as a mother, but who doesn't want to teach her daughter that the only satisfaction in life comes from being a mother.
|Gavin at 3mon. Authentic Mohawk.|
I am the kind of feminist who wants her son to respect women, not only in the natural way in which all people should respect one another, but also respect the fact that women are pretty much superheroes for being able to grow a human being in the gut for 9 months, and when they aren't doing that they bleed for a week outta every month.That doesn't mean they deserve "special treatment", just respect and compassion for these unique traits.
I am the kind of feminist who wants to kick sexual predators of any kind in the balls/ovaries.
I am the kind of feminist who recognizes the innate biological differences between men and women, but who doesn't let those differences stop me from reaching my goals.
I am the kind of feminist who can open and close her own damn door, (unless I'm pregnant at the time, and in that case, I still can open the door, I just am probably too lazy or tired.) but I respect that "chivalrous" tradition, and I guess you can open and close my door on special occasions. But in daily life if I wait for you to open/shut my door that means we're two-and-a-half more minutes late to work/school/church. UGH.
|Tackling obstacles already!|
I am the kind of Mormon feminist who thinks it would be fine it women had the priesthood. Sure, why not?The universe wouldn't explode. (Oh and while we're at it, go ahead and let the gays marry. What's the hold-up?) But, for now, women will remain "priesthood partners" shoving our husbands out the door to do home teaching, waving a lesson manual between the flat screen and our husband's eyes, and planning major events, functions, fund-raisers. We do it with flair AND in heels. We're the Hillary to our Bill. The Buffy to our Angel. The Zoe to our Wash.
|Zoe and Wash from Firefly|
And if this isn't enough to satisfy your curiosity, maybe you should consider your motives for asking. All religions are faith-based. I have faith in mine. You have faith in yours. We can still be friends.
But anyone out there who thinks Mormons can't be feminists or believe in equal rights, you are mistaken. The proof is in the prose-spective.