Monthly Archives: February 2013

How to avoid being an angry feminist.

I have had many passions in my short life. I slip easily into obsessions, fervently learning about my current interest until I’m bored with it. Feminism, though, didn’t follow my usual pattern. Over the past few years, I’ve slowly peeled back layers on feminism and understood just how passionate an advocate I actually am. 

The problem with feminism, though, is that it makes me angry. Like, outrageously mad. It’s not like any other passion I’ve ever had.

Basically, I get angry any time I read a magazine or newspaper. I get mad when I watch tv. I get supremely pissed when a man treats me inferior. 

Of course, my anger is justifiable, but it just isn’t sustainable. I will suffer if I allow my anger to take over, and so I’m contemplating the ways I can manage and channel it appropriately. 

This blog is the answer to my anger. I handle my emotions best when I write them out. I don’t want this blog to be a rant; rather, I want to use it as a positive place to share my experiences as a woman in the hope that it will educate and encourage other men and women on their journey. That’s why I’ve created The Crunchy Feminist. 

How do you handle anger? 

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Food as medicine

Despite my best efforts, I eat pretty crappy. Too much processed junk, too few fruits and veggies, heavy on the sugar, swimming in the diet coke.

Yesterday, I came across this quote and found it pretty affecting:

“The food you eat can either be the safest and most powerful form of medicine or the slowest form of poison.” -Ann Wigmore

I’ve never really thought of junky foods as poison, but that’s exactly what they are. That pizza doesn’t feel as delicious when you think about it as poison. Those vegetables don’t feel as undesirable when they’re carrying vital medicine.

I think, subconsciously, that’s why I started the “crunchy” part of The Crunchy Feminist. I really feel like limiting my impact on this planet and taking responsibility for what goes into my body is an imperative for me at this point in my life.

It’s going to take a bunch of baby steps, but I’m excited for the journey. Thanks for reading along.

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Spanx you very much, but this feminist is saying no to spanx

A quick google search will tell you that the feminist world has varying, passionate opinions about whether or not feminists should be wearing spanx or not. Really? We’re passionately infighting about people’s underwear choices? How about we channel that energy toward pay disparities in the workplace instead?

Nevertheless, I just have to say:

I hate spanx. 

I’ve worn them a handful of times and I seriously suffered. I felt like I couldn’t breathe, like my rib cage was being excruciatingly pushed into my spinal cord. I didn’t do suffer through spanx because I liked the way I looked in them; I donned them because I felt like I needed to spare society from my lovely lady lumps. 

No more. 

I refuse to deal with that discomfort to conform to some stupid ideal about what I should look like. I have important shit to do at work and in life. I just can’t do it when I’m having trouble taking a deep breath because some stupid underwear designed to “smooth me out” is stressing me out. 

Keep your stinkin’ spanx. Thanks. 

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I should have called this blog ‘confused feminist’

I just spent two hours perusing blogs and websites to improve my understanding of modern feminism and my head hurts. It actually aches.

I don’t understand why the most straightforward of concepts – equality for women – feels so hidden in the conversation surrounding feminism.

Feminists are talking to each other, deep in the rabbit hole of their intellectual pursuits, when they need to be talking to the huge number of women that don’t know a thing about feminism and shun the title.

Am I missing the blogs and websites talking about feminism in a straightforward, non-jargony, practical way? Please direct me to them!

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This cookie gives the term crunchy a bad rep

I’m always looking for a healthy, portable, delicious on-the-go go-to breakfast. You know, something I can rely on to taste good and satiate me, but not clog my arteries and contribute to my high blood pressure?

This cookie is definitely not it.

disgusting healthy breakfast cookie

 

I read this post this morning and thought I had found “the one”, my oft-dreamed of perfect breakfast. It was healthy, it was easy, I had all of the ingredients in my kitchen.

Yeah, except it tastes disgusting. Like chalky, flavorless, ickiness. There’s nothing “cookie” about it.

Recipes like this are why it’s just hard to live a crunchy lifestyle, but I just started this blog today so I’m not giving up hope quite yet.

Do you have any go-to healthy breakfast recipes?

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Why do you describe yourself as a wife first?

I have an issue with the twitter profiles of my fellow females. So many amazing women, doing absolutely phenomenal things professionally, creatively and personally use one adjective to describe themselves first in their twitter profile:

Wife. 

Now, I’m not a wife. At least not anymore – that’s a story for a different day. But, I take issue with the fact that so many women feel like their marital status is the first and best way to describe themselves. 

Men don’t do this. If I had a nickel for every time I’ve seen a male describe himself as “husband” first in his twitter profile, I’d have about a quarter. Tops.

What gives? 

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