Okay, this just royally pissed me off.

I’m a big fan of blogs, and of the ideas they give me. I don’t expect, ever, to be one of those types of women who can bake a pie with one hand while planting tulip bulbs with the other. I would LIKE to be, because I love this kind of thing, but realistically? I know that I’m far too focused on other things to be some kind of domestic goddess.

My choices come from me. My idea of what I’d like my life to be like. How I’d like to create that life for myself and my husband and our eventual family. And there are women for whom my idea of a perfect life would be a perfect hell, and vice versa. Such is the joy of feminism and our sisters and mothers who worked so hard to GIVE us those choices. The choice of what we would like to do, versus being forced into a role we’re not comfortable with.

It just irks me to no end that there are still hardline women out there pretending to be feminists who are merely spreading hate and fear that they’ll be shoved into a role they’re not comfortable with. You like your career? You like being single and buying your jelly at the market? Go for it. Have at it. Make yourself happy.

But do NOT tell me that I’m stupid or silly or somehow damaging women by my love of making a pretty cupcake, or sewing my own curtains, or even how meditative I find vacuuming when the vacuum’s working right. My life = my choices, and if Jane’s book sets unrealistic standards for you, don’t read it. That simple.

Leave me to my domesticity and my own expectations of myself. I’m realistic, but I strive for improvement. And what could be more “feminist” than that?