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This trailer for “Pleasantville” made me think of Lady Lydia.  Now, I hate the message of “Pleasantville” so please don’t take this post as an endorsement of the movie.  Try to take this in the spirit in which it is intended- to make you laugh.

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Thank You

A big thank you to Richard Gelina for all of the wonderful graphics in our sidebar. And for being so on top of our graphics that he was able to put the suffragettes in our header in front of a sign saying “National White Washed Feminist League” which is such a great touch! He’s quite talented and we have been blessed to have his help in making our blog look great.

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A Mommy Post

Okay all you moms out there… I HOPE you can relate to this little snippet of my afternoon.

We’ve been nursing a big sore on the back of my son’s leg. It got infected and the infection spread to other parts of his leg. THEN his eczema flared up because he’s been scratching the itchy sores. Just got the word today that the sore has a “heavy growth” of staph aureos. Yuck.

So, he and my daughter were playing outside in the back while I got dinner ready for my husband before he left for work. I come outside to check on them and my son is just standing there, holding on to his shorts. I know what’s happened. He’s had a poopy accident in his pants. Okay, NOT GOOD! Not to get too gross, but its all over the place and I STILL need to get out in the backyard and finish cleaning up. This happened a few minutes ago, BTW and you’ll know why I haven’t got out there to finish at the end of my story.

Okay, so we decide the best way to clean Alex off is to hose him down and then finish off in the shower with soap and water. No problem. Sophia desperately wanted to help, but we decided to keep her out of this one. I took Alex in the bath and cleaned him off with soap and water. I’m trying to work quickly because I have to see my husband off to work. I don’t want any of the mess to get in my son’s sore. I’m all hot and sweaty and just a little cranky (just a little though).

We’re all done and my son runs out of the bathroom, totally naked, screaming “I’m clean, Daddy! I’m clean!” Very cute, right? So, I pop out of the bathroom and my husband’s carpool is sitting on the couch where I expected my husband to be. Aaah! Usually they just switch cars and he doesn’t even comes in the house. If I know he’s coming inside, the house is picked up and no one is frantic. I just like to represent our home and my husband well and even though my husband says he doesn’t care, well, I care.

Alex is naked. Sophia is running around diaper-less because she took it off thinking she was going to take a bath with Alex. My husband is off getting a new diaper for Sophia. Daniel is sitting on the couch and I am trying to make conversation without talking about the ordeal I’ve just gone through cleaning up the biggest accident EVER. I’m frazzled and a little frustrated and trying to be hospitable even though they will be leaving in five minutes. Sophia wants dinner. Alex is sweet and obedient and runs to get a diaper right away when I ask him to. I impress the heck out of Daniel because I can diaper my children while they are standing up. We exchange finicky kid diaper stories.

Next up is getting DH’s lunch so he won’t have to eat out. Normally, its a sandwich. Not tonight. Its leftovers from dinner. I shove the guys out the door and things finally start to settle down. I just HAD to sit here and write it out before the frantic-ness of it left me.

And now, I’m out to the backyard to clean up the rest of the mess. Yuck!

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What’s the difference?

Have at it. 🙂

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Whenever I think of whitewash, I think of the story from Tom Sawyer where he tricks the other children into whitewashing his Aunt Polly’s fence for him. My mother taught Junior High English and Choir and I remember when she did Tom Sawyer as a play. I can still see the children on stage, paint brushes in hand, making the ugly fence pretty.

Whitewash is a thin plaster applied like paint. It was often used to pretty up walls, fences, and to create a nice finish. Whitewash covered up a multitude of cosmetic sins, and long ago (as early as the founding fathers) became a term used to describe people who needed a public relations makeover.

The term “Whitewashed Feminist” is something that we’ve pondered the meaning of at some length. Especially us here at this blog. But it wasn’t until a couple of days ago that I really began thinking about the use of the term “whitewashed” and what it really means.

If you take away the whitewash you have a feminist. Now, if a feminist was a good thing, one would have no need to cover it in whitewash to make it palatable. So, first we know that, at it’s core, this is an insult. Being a whitewashed feminist is to be something ugly, covered with a veneer to make it pleasing.

So now we have to figure out what it means to be a feminist, and if it’s really such a bad thing. As in many things, I’m fairly moderate. For example, I constantly look for ways to make my living more ecologically friendly. I don’t consider myself to be an environmentalist, but a conservationist. I see environmentalism as going to an extreme that I am not comfortable with, but I believe that we are to be stewards of the earth and wish to do my part to conserve our natural resources and protect the gift that God has given us.

The same principle of moderation can easily be applied to feminism. The early feminists in the United States were trying to correct what they saw as injustices. I can see nothing wrong with offering women equal pay for equal work, or allowing her to own property in her own name, or retain custody of her children when divorced, or a number of other things that the early feminists worked for. Feminism at it’s core was about helping women, not elevating women above men or taking away those qualities inherently feminine.

I blame extremists for taking feminism so far that men are afraid to complement a woman, hold a door open for her, or pay for dinner. It is such extremism that has pushed many who would otherwise agree with the feminist ideals, to turn their backs on it and distance themselves. But when I look at the core values, I find myself agreeing with what they wished to accomplish.

It seems to me that the pendulum swings, and one extreme is answered with another. Some feminists have taken us to the point where men no longer no how to speak to a lady. That is answered with the idea that we must turn our backs on all the feminist principles in their entirety and amuse ourselves with embroidery, tea, and housework, never aspiring to more than being glorified baby-making machines.

But as I said earlier, I am fairly moderate. If I’m wearing a pretty dress I will gladly take a compliment. I like skirts, tea, Jane Austen novels, my children, and my husband. I also like getting paid the same as my male counterparts, knowing I can be gainfully employed if I so desire or need to be, and that I have the power to provide for myself and my family. I can embrace the basic ideals of both being a feminist and being feminine. No whitewash necessary, for there is nothing ugly, no cosmetic sin to be covered up. I am but a child of God, thankful for her blessings and learning to live a life of balance.

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A Boring Post…

I’ve found some pretty cool Bible reading plans recently.  The first is my old “trusty” Bible Reading Program for Shirkers and Slackers.  Its on page 8 of this newsletter I’ve linked to.  You read a different genre of the Bible about every day.  You only read three or four chapters at a time.  Its pretty cool.

The other one is the “Legacy” reading plan put out by the Christian Research Institute.  This one has you reading three Psalms, a chapter of Proverbs, and three books of the Bible a month.  You’ll read through the Bible in a year this way.  I’ll be doing the Legacy for a while to see how it works.  I’ve been DESPERATE to dive into the Word again, but as always, I’m just not sure where to start.  I’m a big one for reading whole books at a time and not doing Bible study helps.  That’s just me.  So, oftentimes, I find that I feel overwhelmed by the Bible reading and just don’t start.

That is NOT something I want to continue.  Something all this WWF stuff has sparked in me is a desire to DEVOUR God’s Word, especially in light of certain sermons I’ve heard recently on male/female roles…

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A Saturday Morning Thought…

I read on someone’s blog somewhere about how they were questioning whether or not women should get epidurals in childbirth because the Bible says we’re supposed to have pain during those times.  Okay, let’s think about it for a minute… pain in childbirth is part of the curse, so why would we be embracing that?  Shouldn’t we be begging for “curse-relief?”  I don’t see these same women flocking to usurp their husband’s authority (also part of the curse), so why embrace the painful part?

Just a thought for a Saturday morning.  I’ll go back to my COFFEE now… 😉

A little P.S. here- I’m ALL for natural chilbirth.  I almost made it to the end with my last baby- 8cm!  But at that point, without going into the whole story, I was convinced that I couldn’t push her out without one.  However, do whatever you desire in childbirth… just don’t try to use the Bible to justify your position (no pun intended).

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