Feminism.

Looks like I'll have to read "The Frailty Myth."

I'm very strongly feminist. It can be really odd interacting with my fam, all of whom I love deeply, because of it. I go through this crisis of sorts every Thanksgiving break, when I come home from outside of the bubble of books and academia that I encase myself in (yea, it's possible to do this even at Hampton). I love my father more than anything, but our views on how women and men "should" be are diametrically opposed to one another. Consequently, he sometimes thinks that I am attacking him as a person when I speak about feminism. Sigh. It sucks. I'm very different than what he would have me be. I really do think that mainstream religions do a number on restraining women sexually, physically, spiritually, and my folks are pretty serious Muslims. So it's really difficult for me to live my life in exactly the way I was raised to do so. But when I try to express that truth to my fam, it always seems like I'm just trying to cause discord within the family ranks, when I'm not.

I just hope that one day, my parents will understand my difference.

Peace and blessings to the spirits of the indigenous folks of this country.