Olympic Memories: Beijing 2008: 4x100 Freestyle
The United States trying to hang on to second; they should get the Silver medal. Australia is in Bronze territory right now, but Lezak is closing a little bit on Bernard. Can the veteran chase him down and pull off a shocker here? “Well there’s no doubt that he’s tightening up!” Bernard is losing some ground. Here comes Lezak! UNBELIEVABLE AT THE END! HE’S DONE IT! THE U.S. HAS DONE IT! “HE DID IT!” A NEW WORLD RECORD! “HE DID IT! HE DID IT!” Phelps’ hope’s alive!
I found Leonardo DiCaprio in my grandmothers yearbook from 1960….
Suuure “Judy Zipper”
I know this girl. She’s truly one of the most arrogant, rude, self-important people that I have ever met. She’s a self-proclaimed feminist. And that, to her, means that one day on the train, when one of my friends mentioned in passing that she would like to be married someday, this girl went off on her. This girl criticized that decision, likened it to putting oneself in the complete control of a man, and demonized my friend for even suggesting it. And honestly what I want to say is how dare she.
There was an article published in the Atlantic just a couple days ago on the topic of feminism. It was written by this woman Elizabeth Wurtzel, who is apparently a lawyer and an author. I haven’t heard of her before, but that’s not really the point. The point is that she wrote this article, the main point of which was the following:
Who can possibly take feminism seriously when it allows everything, as long as women choose it?
And honestly what I want to say is how dare she. I have always been hesitant to call myself a feminist— not because I don’t believe in equality between men and women, but because of the huge gap between what feminism is supposed to be about (equality and freedom) and what it often leeches into, because of women like this Elizabeth Wurtzel and like this girl that I know, which is the demonization of femininity, of choosing to do something that ‘affirms gender roles’ rather than attempts to radically upend them. Equality between women and men suggests that any woman and any man be allowed her or his freedom to choose to do whatever it is that she or he wants. If a woman wants to stay home with her children, that is her choice, that does not mean that she forfeits her right to equality.
Feminism should not be inclusive, and like most terms that are meaningful, it should mean something. It should mean equality.
I understand you, Ms. Wurtzel, when you get to the bit about equality. Because that is what feminism is about, but the idea that feminism cannot be inclusive of women who want to choose something that you don’t approve of makes me sick to my stomach. What you are saying is that men should not be allowed to dictate women’s lives, but that you should be. Because you are not married. Because you do not have children. Because you think that equality only applies to things like money, and not on a more basic level to the simple right to choose what you do, and not be persecuted for that choice.
Equality means that my father can choose to be a stay at home father (which he did), and that my step-brother’s mother can choose to do the same. Equality means that no one write articles telling women who take care of their children that they do not have the basic right to believe that they are equal to men, because they are not, simply because they have devoted themselves to their families and do not have an office space.
How dare you, Elizabeth Wurtzel, take a movement that is supposed to promote equality and draw lines within it. How dare you tell me that some women are more equal than others, that some cannot want freedom and equality if they choose to stay at home.
I have to admit that when I meet a woman who I know is a graduate of, say, Princeton — one who has read The Second Sex and therefore ought to know better — but is still a full-time wife, I feel betrayed.
I have to admit that when I read this drivel, when I realize how easily feminism can begin to limit women, rather than freeing them, I feel betrayed. When I realize that even the people who are supposed to want a choice for women, believe that there are so many things they cannot do. A woman who chooses not to work is not a betrayal to the feminist movement. Placing a value on family does not mean that you do not believe in equality. A feminist woman lives her life for her, and if her decision sits poorly with anybody else, that isn’t their business.
My life is not yours to dictate, Elizabeth Wurtzel. And I guess my feminism is not your feminism.
I DIDN’T LEARN ABOUT THIS IN DRIVING SCHOOL
Stop says the red light, go says the green
Wait says the yellow light, twinkling in between.
KNEEL, SAYS THE DEMON LIGHT
WITH ITS EYE OF COAL
SAURON KNOWS YOUR LICENSE PLATE
AND STARES INTO YOUR SOUL
The story can resume. I will return. Find you, love you, marry you and live without shame.
Do Not Make Diesel Angry.
Pretty sure this was the actual conversation that took place on the field