I love my women’s study class. It has taught me many of things in the world, and how to look at more than one point of view. When I started taking this class, I was anti-woman. And I am a woman. I could not stand women, or their whining and complaining that they are being done so wrong. From this class I have taking a better understanding them, and where they are coming from. But opinion stays the same. I still can’t stand the whining and complaining, and the wanting to feel sorry for themselves. My grandmother gaves me a statement a while ago. She told me “Don’t talk about it, Be about it” I have gained respect for women who want to be about changing to one day reach a day of feminism, but I still lack the respect for those who just talk and complain the rest of the time. This class has enlightened me. I have more knowledge, and a better outlook on life for myself as woman. I have gained more respect for myself and what I can do. After week 10, millions of things happened, my cousin went in the hospital with a stroke, with millions of boys in the family and being the only girl, I took care of his children, my grandmother soon after in the hospital, i looked after her. I had an uncle pass away, and I as a woman took care was in charge. When I agreed to go on a blind date which is stupid had the gentlemen believe we would try to assault me, but as a stronger woman from this class, I had the strength to turn him. I had the knowledge to obtain power that I know I have. I could have not finished this class and said, I am women, this is too much stress, life and school. But instead from the readings and the discussions with the other women in the class, I have a better understanding of being woman and am more proud to be a woman. I am no longer ashamed of being a woman. I now know how to embrace who I am as woman. I enjoyed this class more than I thought. It challenged me, and for that I am thankful.
December 7, 2007 at 7:30 pm
Excellent! I’m so glad that you are able to get positive things from the class.
But please give some thought to the concept of feminists whining and complaining and wanting to feel sorry for themselves. I don’t whine, I do complain, and LOUDLY, when I see a wrong being done to someone else, or myself, and if I do feel sorry for myself, it has less to do with the Big Picture than the Small One (i.e., “Boy, I’m down because I don’t have the money for a big Christmas for the kids” or “Wow, the anniversary of my father in law’s death is really hard, it being right at christmas and all” type stuff, as opposed to saying, “Wow, I am pitiful and oppressed.”) There is nothing wrong with complaining about things that are wrong – if we didn’t complain about those things, we would be thoughtless, heartless, selfish and self-absorbed people.