On being girly-deficient (archived)

Oftentimes, my feminism can be the butt of a chuckle or two, particularly when it involves its impact on my kids.  I’m used to it. It gnarls me, but I like to think I know which battles are worth my breath and time.  Plus, I’ve noticed that overtly taking one’s attachmenty-parenty-feminism too seriously can actually…

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