I was walking my dog today and I heard on the radio a song by Mahalia (daughter of Jimmy) Barnes. The song was called How Strong is a Woman, with the following lyric:
"I had a mind to join the women's liberation/ that was before I had the touch of love's sweet sensation."
Now if it takes all my strength to make my man feel tall/ Then I'd rather be weak in love than have no love at all."
Hey, awesome way to pay tribute to all the sisters who helped you take for granted that you're a young independent woman with your own career, Mahalia.
So, by rights, being married and having two children, I probably should have given my husband my drivers licence and the bank details and just be lying on the floor so people can wipe their feet on me in the manner of a door mat in order to make sure my husband doesn't feel I'm getting too jolly big for my boots.
I can't believe a young woman in 2009 would admit to thinking such a thing, much less writing it down. God, what's going on?
If you expect equal rights for men and women (and I suspect Mahalia wouldn't like to have her right to vote taken away on account of her sex, or her drivers licence, or her right to work) then you are a feminist. Why are women scared of calling themselves a feminist when that's really what most of us are? Feminism and a fulfilling relationship with a man are not mutually exclusive.
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