Cathy in the Wright

Aspirations of June Cleaver

The Governor and I had our Early Childhood Class today. During free time, The Gov and I were playing with the plastic safari animal set (The Gov's team, The Predators, were beating the pants off my team, The Ruminants) and next to us was young Bryan and his mom. They were building with blocks, and Bryan was getting a little upset because his mom kept knocking over part of his fortress wall. Mom said, "Gee, Bryan, I don't know why I can't get them to stay in place like you can."

I laughed and said, "Well, it's probably because you're a woman."

She looked at me with wide eyes and her mouth fell open.

"Oh," I said, "I'm kidding. It just that I've been reading a couple of articles on feminism lately and--"

She cut me off.

Articles on Feminism? I don't think I've heard anyone use that word since I moved out here. Are you a feminist?

Uh. No. The articles were more along the lines of--

You're not?! Why not? Don't you believe in equal pay for women? What about protecting our vote?

I think there are already protections in place for that kind of stuff. I don't think we have to--

Don't you know women still earn only $0.70 for every dollar a man earns? Don't you think it should be equal.

I think people should get paid what their work is worth. Aren't women--

This time I was cut off by the teacher summoning us to gather for circle time. Probably for the best. I really like Bryan's mom; she's a lot of fun in class. But I knew I was going to be in the wrong no matter what I said on feminism.

However, next time someone asks me what I do for a living...I'm going to say "housewife" with an enormous smile.

Townhall article found via Bogus Gold. Thanks, Doug.

Posted by Cathy at January 25, 2006 08:25 PM