An Open Letter to Marie Claire

I read this article in the May issue of Marie Claire *one of my favorite magazines* and it got me riled up.  I sat on it for weeks, hoping it would go away but it hasn’t.  I’m still thinking about it and it’s still weighing on me. I usually post these pieces on Saturdays, but I felt it just couldn’t wait. So here you are!

Dear Elisabeth Badinter,

   I’m deeply ashamed and aghast that you are both a woman and consider yourself a feminist.  I feel your article is one of the most anti-feminist articles I have read in a long, long time.   The goal of feminism is to free and liberate women to do with their lives as they please and to raise their value as to being equal in society.  I feel you have done the opposite with your brand of feminism.  Let me address a few of the points in your article.

In the beginning of the article, you say that “this 21st century project of naturalism” makes an animal of the female.  Well, I hate to point out the obvious to you, but we are animals.  Homo Sapiens and mammals to be exact and that means that there are certain biological realities that can not be denied.  I’m sorry to break it to you, but both the male and female of the species is an animal.  Further, there is nothing wrong with embracing our natural instincts as we so choose to do in breastfeeding and birthing.  It is natural and to deny our nature is to be a slave to it.

Next you mention homemade baby food, and yes, it is indeed terrific, but I’m confused as to why you consider it to be inaccessible to fathers by stating that bought baby food is better because it is accessible to fathers? Fathers are just as capable and just as eager to cook, puree, freeze, package, and feed homemade baby food as women.  Both partners have hands and feet that can cut, steam and mash, so I don’t understand who you imply that making baby food at home immediately means that it is a woman’s duty?  I would consider that a sexist remark that both demeans women by placing them back into the kitchen, and degrades men by implying they are either incapable or not caring enough to make their baby’s food.

Further, it is an illogical statement to imply that the choice between biogdegradable diapers and disposable diapers is one of  choosing between “the protection of the environment and the protection of the liberty and free time of women.”  First off, if you look at trends, polls, and statistics, those that protect and care about the environment tend to be the same people that value equality and the liberty of choice, so it makes no sense realistically that there is an either/or choice in this respect.  Further, this section of your piece implies that using biodegradable diapers (I’m assuming washable ones here) tethers women into some domesticated duty.  I would whole heartedly disagree.  First, see point above about men having hands and feet – it applies to diapers as well.  Secondly, in my first hand experience online with bloggers and interpersonally with myself and friends, I have found that men have jumped in with both feet when it comes to changing, washing and tending to diapers. Again, this is in inherent error in your thinking that diapers and laundry is the sole responsibility of the female. In the modern age of relationships between men and women, I had hoped this patriarchical notion had been smashed, but you seem to be carrying it’s flame as brightly as ever.

It’s shocking to me how you argue that women should not want to spend time with their children, and that they are “less happy” the more time they do spend with children.  Have you ever spoken to a mother?  If you had you would know that most, if not all, would love to spend more time with their children, not less.  And a mother wanting to spend time with her child, and actually doing so, does not in any way negate the father wanting to spend time with his child and actually doing so.  You seem to forget that the best scenario for a child is two loving parents, therefore one loving parent being present does not discourage nor negate another loving parent’s presence.  Finally, I wholeheartedly disagree that it is good for children to get along without their mother.  True, children can not be smothered, but they need their mother, just as they need their father.  Ask any child psychologist about the affects of absentee parents, neglect, or those children abandoned or orphaned and then come tell me that children don’t need their parents. 

The thing that saddens and angers me most in your article, however, is your claim that after the 18 years that it takes to raise children a woman is “much too late to be able to make a living in the workplace.”  This clearly says that a woman’s worth in her entire lifetime (85 years for women as you say) is only in 18 years.  That I find to be the most degrading thing in the whole piece.  A woman’s worth, a human’s worth, extends beyond the 18 child rearing years.  For a women who says she fights for the equality and liberty of women you seem to be demoting a woman’s worth to her childbearing years, and further taking away all her choices.  When discussing your piece with a colleague, she mentioned instances of women returning to school and then excelling in various fields of study, medicine for example, after 20 years of staying home with children.  So I would respectfully beg to disagree with your assessment of a woman’s worth.

There are many more points I could discuss, contradict and argue with, including your issues on breastfeeding, however, I feel I have made my general point abundantly clear.  I find that your entire piece bashes women, degrades their personal choices and takes away their liberty.  I am not a stay at home mom, I am a freelance artist with a variable schedule.  I need to work because I find fulfillment in my art and I think that makes me a better mom, but I would never deign to look down on either a full time stay at home mom, or a mom who works and uses daycare to look after her child.  Women should be free to follow their hearts desire and seek fulfillment, whether that leads them on a corporate path or a domestic path or some forged middle ground.  Frankly, I am disgusted at your sexist and bossy treatment of women denying them the freedom to pursue whatever it is their hearts desire.  You should be fighting for a woman’s free choice to do with her life what she wills, instead you insult both her and her partners choices if they don’t align with yours.  She’s “infantile” if she has children, wants to spend time with them, thinks she can have a career beyond her childbearing years, and cares about the environment.   Well, call me infantile then.  I proudly wear the mantle as I call for the freedom and liberty of choice for all women to do as they please, be it a corner high-rise office or a backyard low-rise bungalow.

Sincerely,
  Joanna
  Infantile Woman.
  Graduate of the University of Toronto with High Distinction. 

No Such Thing

Hat – F21
Sunnies – no idea, totally forgot
Dress – c/o eShakti
Shoes – Payless

When you’re freelance there’s no such thing as holiday weekends.  Okay, that’s not true there are…and we here at Chez Haughton are often excited about them because it usually means work and sometimes means time and a half!  For example:  Saturday I did a half day shoot for a web series, and Monday evening I hosted Movieola.  Andrew?  Well, he worked on Sunday and then worked on a video game project on Monday (he does the music).  So yeah, that was our long weekend.  But don’t feel sorry for us…it means that most weekdays we get to go out and enjoy the sunshine while others sit in their cubicle.  Sorry, hope you don’t hate me too much right now. 

True Story:
Don’t try to talk, tickle, or touch baby girl when she wakes up from her nap.  
She’ll cry, punch, and run…unless you’re Mama that is. 
Her uncle learned that yesterday. 

Etcetera

Shirt – Smart Set
Jacket, Necklace, Shorts & Hat – F21
Boots – Threadsence

Sharing.  Sharing something here.  We all struggle with something when it comes to our appearance right?  Double chins, bellies, thicker then desired thighs – everyone’s got something.  So here’s mine – I struggle with adult acne.  Who the heck knew that at my semi-advanced age I would have to be dealing with the same crap a 15 year old, hormone raging, teenager does?  Certainly not me.  What’s more, is that I work in an industry that is so appearance centric I can’t not think about it all the time!  Sitting in an audition room surrounded by beautiful women with clear skin, I pray that my acting skills will get me through and that the MUA on set will be talented.  True, I could do something like take the pill to help clear it up, but I don’t like to put those hormones in my body, and yes make-up – covers it up, but the fact is I know it’s there and I don’t want to have to wear make-up.

And it eats away at my self-confidence.  I know it shouldn’t.  I’m more than my skin, I know I shouldn’t complain because there are people in the world who are truly suffering,  I have more worth….etc. etc. ….I know all this.   Tears are spilt, and it sucks.  Thank you.  Carry on.  I promise I won’t sulk too much. Like I said, we all have something, right?  Have a great Monday!

Stolen Hats And Playful Pats

I think this new toddler stage is my favorite.  There’s a new word almost everyday, a new action or discovery everyday, and more fun and games.  Mama’s hats are stolen and worn throughout the afternoon because they’re a lot more fun than her own, cardboard boxes are the ideal toys until they rip and a chorus of  ‘Uh-ohs’ commences with a lower lip stuck out further than I thought possible, and hugs and kisses are given freely and playfully complete with a tiny hand patting you on the back and a little nose nuzzling your neck.

And A Good Morning

Sweater – Trixie in Toronto
Dress – Ruche
Boots – Threadsence
Socks, Necklace & Hat – F21
Baby Girl spent the night at Grandma and Grandpa’s house, and we got a whole afternoon and night to ourselves.  We both got to sleep in and are having a leisurely morning today.  As much as I missed her last night I really appreciate the much needed solace and break we’re currently enjoying.  Now I’m going to have breakfast and then a long, glorious run.  I’m enjoying the day, before I’m on set again tomorrow. 
Happy Friday!
True Story:
I woke up at 8:30am!! 
*does a little celebration happy dance*

On The Edge

Dress – somewhere in Europe
Boots – boutique Rome, Italy
Earrings – F21
Bicycle ring – Spotted Moth
Square Safari Ring – Threadsence
I’m feeling rather in between.  A lot of possibly great things are happening, and it feels like I’m sitting on the edge of a precipice.  I’m hoping that soon the tipping point will come and things will move forward with an unexpected momentum, but I’m weary that my expectations have reached too high and that I will continue sitting on the edge of the precipice – unmoving, static. 

Wish I could see the future.

p.s. Congratulations to Adrianna Prosser for winning the SuperHero Contest!  Check out her entry, and all the other ones here!

True Story:
Baby girl has spontaneously learned how to give props – full on fist and everything.  
Andrew and I are both scratching our heads as to where she picked that up!
Does she sneak out of her crib at night and go clubbing? 

Pruned and Planted

Shirt – hand me down
Dress – Ruche or Modcloth
 Shoes – thrifted *they’re my mucking about the yard shoes*
Got my garden done!  I pruned, seeded, and planted!  Now I can’t wait until my delicious and organic garden grows!  I’ve got golden cherry tomatoes, zucchini, lettuce, spinach, mixed colored carrots and plenty of herbs.  But the surprising thing this year was how much the raspberry bushes grew!  
So as I tweeted yesterday, I’ve got my post-apocalyptic skill set ready: swords, firearms, and gardening.  Speaking of firearms *and only because I got to carry a fake one* we wrapped the new premiere episode of Posthuman.  Everything’s been re-shuffled and reorganized for the June premiere on the SFN network.  Stay tuned, and I hope you check it out!   
True Story:
I love how when I lift baby girl from her crib she automatically assumes the position of wrapped legs around my torso, arm around me shoulder, and head nuzzled in to neck.  
It’s so precious and cuddly.  I can’t get enough!

Playing Catch-Up

Dress – Ruche
Boots – Threadsence
Shirt – hand me down
Tights – F21
My computer’s back, but things are a whirlwind mess and I’m trying to catch up flailing like a chicken with her head cut-off.  Today, I’m working hard on the garden to get that thing planted and growing.  And oh goodness, so many other things to do, I honestly wonder when I’ll ever get the time!
Hope you’re having a great tuesday!

I’m Baaaaack

Top – Ruche
 Dress – Modcloth
Boots – Threadsence
Socks – F21
Sunnies – Lace Affair
I’ve been so MIA on social media and this blog for the last week because my computer’s been in the shop – but now it’s back….for now. *cue ominous music*  It’s not doing too well, the poor babe.   I’m not sure how long it’ll be before it totally craps out on me and dies a permanent death.  Thank goodness I had the sense to back up everything before it went in, because they had to replace my hard drive!  Anyway, I’m back for now…do a little dance, sing a little song.  I hope you lovely folks had a wonderful Mother’s day.  I certainly did.  I shot Posthuman today and then came home to a lovely meal and enjoyed my Mother’s Day present:  season one of Spartacus!  I love me some raunchy violent Romans! 
p.s.  I haven’t yet chosen the winner of the SuperHero contest because of all this craziness and shooting.  But it’s on my to-do for the next two days.  Sorry!
True Story:
So remember Baby Girl’s issues with the ‘r’ in “fork?”
Well, now the ‘f’ has become a ‘c.’  
If you’re following, her “fork”  now sound like *spelled phonetically* “k-o-k.”  
Endless laughter at the dinner table! 

Mama’s Gonna Go Lose Her Breakfast

 Jacket – F21
Shirt – Lucca Couture
Jeans – Gap
Shoes – Threadsence
Sunnies – Lace Affair

Okay last summer I did a rant about unsightly pantie lies, and this year it seems the rants are starting early because I have a grievance to air with you ladies.  Don’t leave the house in a sheer dress without a slip.  I have no need, or any desire, to see the exact pattern on the g-string you decided to wear with you chiffon white summer dress.  Check yourself in a mirror under proper light, please!  Don’t assume that two layers of sheer chiffon equal one non-see through layer of another material because they don’t!

I don’t care what lovely shape you may be in, Mama’s gonna go loose her breakfast over that!

Thank you, rant done.  We now return to our regularly scheduled program…how’s your week?

Quote of Today:
“That’s a dangerous angle to approach me from tonight.”
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