My father is conservative with a Capital C. He almost sounds like a parody sometimes. But, through his insanity, he has instilled in my siblings a fear of being political and of having a dissenting voice. My sister would actively challenge him, but she is a moderate of the 'I don't want to care' persuasion. My brother hates to get involved. Both fear that I will follow in his footsteps.
But what they don't understand is that my behaviour signaled that I will NOT be my father. Hard as it is, I like to listen to the opposing view. I try to see the points others have. And in doing that, I am a better politico than my father. The behaviour that I exibit that proves that is how I don't talk about it. I avoid political discussions at home. I try to not bai him into a discussion. Sometimes we can have wonderful discussions. Most of the time it denegrates into Liberal Blaming and Atheist hatred.
I will always remember how pissed he was when my mother got a full time job. How he tried to chase away her first friends she made. How he would tell us in front of her how 'being a mother is the most important job a woman can have'. How he encourages her to quit. How he insults her because she wasn't perfect.
How does he expect us to react? How does he expect us to look at this broken marriage? Does he think we'll seek out a domineering man so we can raise our children in fear? Does he really think we will give up jobs to make ourselves dependant on a man who we may not really know until we marry him?
My father made me a feminist. I have always known something was wrong. I have envied people who's parents have divorced. And I have resisted the controlling arm of the patriarchy the entire way.
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment