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Jo Candiano's avatar

What a ride! I forgot where I was at times. This is psychedelic.

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Phyllis Carlin, Miami's avatar

I was born a feminist and without knowing the word until 1963 or so when my Mom brought home "The Feminine Mystique". I was a "girl" and I just did anything I darned please whether it was so-called "for boys" or "girls". I played with both dolls and cap guns. I learned to read from Superman comics, Little Lulu, Nancy Drew and The Hardy Boys and later, Mad Magazine.

I wore my gorgeous light blue organza party dress and also my cargo shorts with the western shirts with snaps. I never let anyone tell me I couldn't do or be whatever I wanted to do or be in life.

So at 8 my Dad put up a basketball hoop and I loved it. Not one of my girlfriends used it, but that was their problem. At 11 I ran for president of my elementary school. I lost, but that didn't matter. No other girls ran. At 11 I also entered the Scripps-Howard-sponsored spelling bee at my school and won against a fellow student, a "boy" and future McArthur Genius award winner. By 15 I was the only girl taking drafting so I could be an architect and I was already an artist. But by 22 I knew I wanted to become a lawyer and just up and did it even though women were only 3% of the profession.

At 22 I also was formally "a feminist" and belonged to NOW, the National Organization for Women. I was also "angry" and so I was an "angry feminist": it was the early 70's and women making only 59 cents to men's dollars was just one of the things making me angry. At 24 I was the head of the Women's Group in law school.

My parents half-heartedly objected because the house was run down, but I lived in a boarding house run by the Methodist Church at college and there were six girls and 25 guys and we all had a fabulous time rooting for Bobby Fisher to win his chess matches. And then I was an "angry feminist" again when the church kicked us out because we were girls and the male residents had brought us in without permission and despite it violating a trust under which the house was run. We sued for sex discrimination and lost and that still rankles because the church was happy to waive other portions of the trust requirements.

At 25 I fell in love with a guy who was just right for me. Because we each led complicated lives and because I was working my A off as a lawyer and he was running his business, we didn't marry until I was 35 and he was 43. He was an "Angry Feminist" too and we marched together for the ERA and for abortion rights and supported whatever the other wanted or wanted to do with minor exceptions: I always hated the house he wanted, but so be it. He was the guy that brought me changes of clothes at the office at 1 am if I was preparing for trial: that counted for more.

We had twin girls together and we together raised them to be "angry feminists", too.

We were together until he died 43 years later and everyday together was a blessing even if we had an occasional fight or were irked by certain of each others habits. (He just would never pick up the socks he dropped on the floor next to the bed each night and he'd never think to change the sheets. But so what: I did both and he washed the laundry. But he hated how I left dishes in the sink and he washed those, too, and was a great cook. But I was the one reading Harry Potter to the kids every night.)

So what the H does being an "Angry Feminist" have to do with with whether one marries? What matters is that when you've met someone that's a potted plant and not a flashy bunch of flowers and you make a mature choice. What matters is if you can imagine yourselves getting wrinkled together. What matters is whether you can be yourself with someone and if you have private jokes and dance spontaneously in the kitchen. What matters is if a "phony" or bad facelift or a guy in a bad toupee goes by and you both look at each other and instantly agree.

And if you want to, you can even marry and not do everything together. Once a month --and sometimes more-- he went fishing with a club for 20 or more years and women did not fish. The families all had parties and picnics all year round and the club had tournaments that raised $ for "Women in Distress" and "The March of Dimes". I travelled for legal conventions and committee work; sometimes he & the kids went and sometimes not. And when he went to conventions and I went too, I had the better time going to comic book stores for my "underground comix" and to art museums he hated.

Whether you're talking about marrying a male or female and no matter what you are, if you can't imagine a life without them, then just do it. Your relationship should be a synergy and you simply do not have to follow the claptrap about "covenant marriage" unless you want to or "the man is supposed to wear the pants in the family", and you don't even have to change your name if you are a woman unless you want to. (Maybe he'll even change his.) So just do what feels "right" to you because who says an "angry feminist" has to forego what's good and right about marriage? Marriage can be wonderful and it has many legal and emotional benefits.

On the other hand, if you don't want to marry, don't! The statistics are quite good about single women being happier than many married women. (But men live longer if they are married.) So just make your decision without regard to whether you are a feminist and an "angry" one or not.

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