The Little FemBlog That Wasn't
The blog sputtered. Then it fizzled. This was not what I had
planned.
I was teaching a course titled "What Is Third Wave?" The class was an
independent study consisting of three students at Goucher, an East Coast
liberal arts college. It is the kind of campus where innovation and
close collaboration with students are encouraged and celebrated.
The class was an exploration into whether—or to what degree—the
theoretical and activist foundations of Third Wave feminism differ from
those of the so-called Second Wave. My students and I were interested in
reading some of the more challenging Second and Third Wave literature to
structure this study. Questions about the similarities and differences
between feminist eras first came up in a class on contemporary feminist
theory these students had taken with me the previous semester. The
independent study participants were soon-to-be graduating seniors
interested in continuing their investigation into these sets of
issues.
Because "What Is Third Wave?" was an independent study, and because
my students and I were working closely together on our venture, it made
sense to stay flexible with the pedagogy. When the "Sex Workers Art
Show" came to town, we went. When we got hungry during a marathon
theory-fest, we ordered pizza. When we realized we wanted a forum to
continue exploring theoretical dialogue outside of our once-a-week
scheduled meetings, we started a blog.
Vicki Tobias writes that "blogs have in common an unregulated and
libertarian essence. Blogs are a manifestation of our First Amendment
rights, providing both voice and audience for anyone with an opinion,
including self-identified feminists and those engaged in women's
issues."[1]
"Yes!" we thought. Unfettered access to free
expression was exactly what we were aiming for. My students and I were
about to enter the democratic world of the Internet and unleash our
unbridled enthusiasm for feminist ideas. Or at least this is what we
intended.
The first post to our blog was a somewhat messy if astute critique of
Astrid Henry's book Not My Mother's Sister. My student Emma took
serious issue with framing a Second Wave-Third Wave divide in terms of
familial relations. As Emma pointed out on our blog, patriarchal systems
seem most comfortable equating women with home life. When we construct
our understandings of feminism in similar ways, she asserted, we
perpetuate a patriarchal paradigm. Emma posted these thoughts at 1:28
a.m. As I see it, this is a true advantage of blogging with students:
The hours after midnight are often ripe for deep thoughts but awful for
calling professors or classmates to talk them over. How else but by
blogging can students continue a classroom debate about compelling
issues when the ideas feel so fresh and urgent and yet it is so late at
night?
The second post highlighted issues of everyday feminism. The matter
in question was Mother's Day, and the challenge was selecting an
appropriate greeting card. "As this [academic] year comes to a close I
finally find myself seeing the everyday feminism in my life," my student
(again, Emma) wrote.
I went to shop for a mother's day card this week and I
ran into an experience that I am sure I have had for at least the past
10 years . . . I walked into a Hallmark store, thinking I was going to
get my mother something unique . . . I found myself staring at a
plethora of cards, most of them in tones of pink and pastel . . . The
writing on the inside was all about thanking a mother for her sacrifice,
for her willingness to give up her life for her kids . . . None of these
cards seemed to fit my mother, or any of my friend's mothers. And more
than that they seemed to imply something that horrifies me more than the
re-election of Bush; that mothers are self-sacrificial.
While Emma recognized that parenting—or any form of care for
others—involves an element of giving from the self, the notion that the
corporate mainstream insists on reinforcing an ideology of maternal
sacrifice contradicted Emma's lived experience, her observations of the
world around her, and certainly the possibilities she perceives for the
professional and familial choices of her future. "Hallmark" Emma tells
us, "might just need to be reminded about what motherhood means."
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