My dad has three daughters. I don’t know if he ever wanted sons, it’s never come up. Well, that’s not true exactly; my dad’s never brought it up and it never occurred to me that he’d want any kids but my sisters and me, but other people have brought it up from time to time.
For this week, my fellow Persephones, I am going to delve a little bit into my own psyche. Well, sort of. I’m taking a creative writing course this semester, and one of the subsections the professor set up was nonfiction. (Technically, she called it “creative nonfiction,” but only so that we could differentiate between something […]
In addition to making me want to repeatedly bash my head against some hard surface, this infuriating reddit thread got me thinking about how the language that we sometimes use in feminism might be holding us back. In this case, I am thinking specifically of the word patriarchy.
The two best movies I’ve seen recently are True Grit and Winter’s Bone, both of which heavily feature the father/daughter relationship, which seems to have a special place in Hollywood’s money-churning machine. While mother/daughter relationships tend to fall along a binary–either the women are Gilmore Girls close or they’re Mermaids-style dysfunctional–daddy-daughter movies are permitted a […]