I've been meaning to write about feminism and motherhood, since recent discussion on various feminist blogs pissed me off. Then Amp did one of his excellent link farm posts.
I've decided I want to be Liz Conor when I grow up (and I hadn't even heard of her yesterday). Her post about being a mother is the best post I've ever read on any blog:
It isI'll still write the post I've been thinking about - if people stopped writing because someone else had already said it better this internet would be pretty empty. But you should go read Liz Conor's post - read it now, it really is that good.
(these 2 words were as many as I was able to write without being interrupted by my children. What does it take for a mother to work? In this article I’m going to show what it took for me, the most accommodated mother I know. Rather than adhere to the prevailing demand on mothers, particularly working mothers, to pretend their children are not there, and to be closet mothers, instead I will write in my children whenever they stop me from working. It won’t be sequential because of redrafting. Here the interruption was Hattie, my 3 and a half-year-old, finishing on the toilet, wanting me wipe her bottom, help her into her bath and give her the orange duck).