family
Family life from the feminist perspective; can women have it all? Can anyone?
The Monologue of an Unborn Baby
Week 8: Mother said my name was to be Jamal, Nikhil or Sachin, like the famous cricket player. Father said maybe something a little more traditional, perhaps Naadir, Shahid or Muhammad, like the famous prophet. I listened intently and giggled. Oh if only they knew.
By Molly Winton7 years ago in Viva
Mom-shaming Needs to Stop (Pt. 2)
As if mother's don't go through enough just to get their child into the world, then they have to deal with the world telling them exactly how they should take care of their new bundle of joy. Being a mother is hard, but it is often made more difficult by other mothers thinking that their word is gospel.
By Samantha Reid7 years ago in Viva
It Must Be Nice
It must be nice... It must be nice to be able to stay awake as long as you want playing video games while your significant other is listening for the baby hoping to get a little rest, after being up until 6 AM taking care of the same baby that you helped create. It must be nice to sleep the whole night knowing if your child makes the slightest little fuss your significant other will be right there to attend to the baby's needs while you sleep through the night. It must be nice to nap whenever you want, whether someone needs your help or not.
By Sabree Turner7 years ago in Viva
A Complicated & Confusing #MeToo
Do you remember, Daddy? Or is it something an elementary schooler would make up? Because I honestly don’t remember my childhood besides the few incidences we had. It’s something I’m just now dealing with at 20-years-old and I’m slowly starting to realize that you were the catalyst for my mental illnesses and personality disorder. Well, and Mom, but that’s a different kind of abuse. Now don’t get me wrong, my mother didn’t know about the abuse while it was going on. “How would she not?” I’m sure that’s what many of you are asking. The reason is because when my parents divorced when I was two, my mom moved back to Oklahoma and me and my dad stayed in Florida, coming to Oklahoma occasionally. Conveniently, most of the abuse happened in Florida from what I can remember.
By Carmen Pennington8 years ago in Viva
Yes, Dad, #MeToo
Yes, Dad, #MeToo I have been trying, and failing, to speak my truth for years. To my parents. To my friends. To my coworkers. Every time I open my mouth to speak, I choke. The rare few times I have opened up to family members and close friends, I’ve been rebutted (“Wait, didn’t you sleep with that guy anyway?” “You were drunk.” “Well why didn’t you call the police?”). Eventually, you develop survival techniques for living with your secrets. Some of us happen to favor the unhealthy ones. My personal favorite is: If I distract myself by keeping my glass of [insert alcohol of choice here] full, I won’t think about what happened to me. The problem with my coping mechanism of choice is that, if you’re an unpredictable drunk like me, sometimes all you’ll be able to think about is the one thing you’re trying not to think about. That, or you end up speaking your truth before you’re ready, in fractured pieces to unwilling participants (which, in my case, includes my parents).
By Brooke Elizabeth8 years ago in Viva
Dear Working Moms, It’s Time to Stop Feeling Guilty
Whether you’re a stay at home mom or a working mom, you can admit the lifestyle has its vices. By the title, I imagine you know which one I’ll be speaking about. Let’s stop there though - this will not be an argument on which role is harder, which role is better, or anything of that sort. Being a mom is hard and being a mom is awesome. Period.
By Rayelle Paulson8 years ago in Viva
Please Grow Up To Be a Fool
Sometimes we get into moods where we think too deeply, we muse too strongly, and we feel just too much. And so we must get it out. We must express it. And so on 4/7/18, after a particularly rough day, my mind wandered into its darkness as I watched a wonderful movie, and came out with the following.
By Hope Martin8 years ago in Viva
