My New ToonDoo

This reflects how my Dad regretted teaching me to fight back. I started beating up boys left and right. He had no idea what he had created! Love you, Daddy!

Toondoo Test

Feminism

Feminism came to me later life.  I didn't really even know about the word until I was in graduate school and taking a Gender Studies course. 

I knew that I was female, and I knew that I was independent, stubborn, and hated being told what I could and could not do.  I didn't call it feminist: I just called it being me.  My mother had a Tagalog word for it that I don't remember at the time, but I sure heard it a lot!

Being a feminist, for me, is about debunking what has become an evil word.  I am sick and tired of hearing "I believe in equality of the sexes--BUT I'M NOT A FEMINIST."

Hooey.

People are afraid, and they shouldn't be.  It's a word that has had very negative connotations (and I've been called a lot of names in connection with that), but in my opinion, if you claim to hold true to a belief, then you shouldn't hide it. 

So yes, I am a feminist. And will continue to be.

Blogging Madness

Folks, you're doing a fantastic job on the blogs.  You're thinking hard, writing clearly, and exploring new territory.

I realize that some of the blog entries have not been easy: you're working with ideas and terminology that you may not have experienced before.  Some of you have complained about the headaches from thinking too hard.  My reaction: great!  Hooray! 

Keep working hard: keep up with assignments, ask me any questions you need to.  Remain active, curious, and determined.

Well done, gang.  Keep on blogging!