hth | (Reply)

Hm. I like your reading better. I mean, I hate it, but it feels more true to me, that idea that we're fine until we step out of line. It fits in some weird, uncomfortable way the small-scale experiences I've had and couldn't cateogrise. Just those moments where you've been getting on fine with someone, equality a given, and suddenly something gets skewed, you're out of sync, you're being told in one way or another that you're out of line. Because, I dunno... you said too much, or didn't back down when they disagreed, or were passionate about something in a way they didn't expect, or wanted something they didn't expect you to want and didn't ever really consider you deserving. And the hard thing is not feeling ashamed in those moments, embarrassed that you've committed some faux-pas somewhere along the line because can't we all get along? But we're not getting along, because what they want, you don't want to give, and what you need, you're going to have to get for yourself and they don't like to see you struggling. It's, uh, unladylike.

Feminism is unladylike, I suppose. Heh. (and thanks for the link)