When I was pregnant with my first, I prayed for a girl, as I would have no way to guide a boy through th e f-ed up world of the American male psyche. Lucky me, I got the girl.
Eight years later, I had my son, and I was not even worried. Because so many of us women are figuring out that shaky line between helping and enabling.
It got a huge laugh last week in the cafe, when I shouted, "All our men need to be freed from the opression of helplessness they suffer! Freedom from ignorance about how to do the dishes!"
But I wasn't actually kidding.
I'm actually currently perfoming the role of "MOM" for a menagerie of folks, so I have a lot of unlearning ahead of me, but it is fun work; such a releif to let it all go!
(To see my menagerie, go to www.clownhouse.org )
I made an image of a coin-op goddess. Not that weird Madonna/Whore thing, this new goddess works loving, nurturing, sexy magic for all those who make it worth her while!
(I gave it away, so I'll show it to y'all later.)