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This post is my response to a part of Suzi`s post  `The Mummy Myth`and also  expresses my thoughts on female competitiveness.

To begin with lets look at the two -sided coin which is the mainstream media…..

Can anyone remember any obviously pregnant women presenting the weather, reading the news or presenting breakfast T.V in the eighties? The only woman I can remember is Janet Ellis who presented Blue Peter and was subjected to complaints from outraged viewers because she was a)pregnant and b) shock horror, also unmarried.

Fast forward to the here and now, and pregnant TV presenters are  commonplace,a good thing wouldn`t you say? Pregnant women can be seen, heard and are generally considered capable  enough to carrying on working in their high profile jobs. Of course, the maternity leave ,pay and birthing plan are all held in the public eye, and  maybe the expectant mother will do an interview with various magazines saying how wonderful she feels and how she now, inexplicably  likes eating raw marrow with ice-cream.

After she’s had the baby, done the OK photo shoot and obligingly shown off said precious bundle it all goes downhill and becomes  a media free-for-all.Why hasn`t she lost that baby weight yet? Why’s she depressed when she`s got lots of money and round the clock nannies? Should she be going back to work so soon? Does she breast feed?

All these questions in some shape or another have been asked for millenia at the water well,over washing lines and in recent times, at the coffee shop. The only thing is, now these questions are amplified through the media, and so the stereotype of the Yummy Mummy in upper/middle class circles or MILF in working class circles has appeared, demonstrating that women’s only true commodity is to be fuckable. Crude but more to the point.
These stereotypes trickle down into society, and,  in my experience the ‘Yummy Mummies’ at my kid`s school (by the by, I live in social housing in a very desirable area and professional families frequently relocate from London to get into the schools catchment area)always look fantastic have the latest bicycle and trailer sets,talk play dates, eat organic food and about the marvelous kids boutique in town.There is one middle class mum there who talks to her child, doesn’t give a crap about her appearance and seems to do lots of volunteer work for the school ,but it doesn’t matter how marvelous she is, the nasty whispers are still there `Why doesn`t she lose some weight/Get some new clothes ? / Put some make-up on?’ (n.b I`m a semi goth skinny person who can look slightly scary to the untrained eye).
Of course this happens at school gates throughout the land and in also media land,  but why does it happen? Consider the facts -the media is controlled and bankrolled by men and what do men do when the empowerment of women is seeped into the national consciouness? Give us what we want thats, what,the gossip. How else do the media get away with giving meek reports about women sacked for being pregnant, or for asserting their right to extended maternity leave which in short costs money, money that most important commodity of all.  This all  shortly followed by hiring an attractive younger woman to read the news, in order to attract male viewers.
It seems now (sadly) that even after we`ve competed with each other in order to secure said Mr Wonderful (I realise this statement is heteronormative, but lesbian motherhood does tend to be ignored by the media at large unless it’s being reported in a negative way and I have no experience of being a lesbian mother and so am basing this on my  personal experience of motherhood and competition) that competition is  nothing compared to pursuing the crown of `perfect woman`- it’s the perfect housewife amplified with new and improved features .Marvel at her organizational skills! She`s still fuckable after four kids! She makes her own organic baby food and brings home the bacon too!

The point is is that the media amplified and commodified women’s competitiveness, packaged it,sold it back to us in glossy form and we’ve brought it in every sense

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Ch-Ch-Changes………..

Right then bloggery peeps- as it’s a new year and all, there are going to be some changes around here!! The first one is the introduction of some regular features. At the moment one of these will be a book review- one of my New Years resolutions is to LJ review every book I read, and I’ll be posting reviews on here too. I’m not about to share with you all some of the quite frankly dire trashy literature I read, but I will be sharing my thoughts on books which generally fit with the site.These posts are unlikely to be longer than a paragraph or so, but I am hoping as always that they will kick start discussion!

I’ve also decided to run a few post series- one of the ideas I currently have is to run a series called ‘Icons’ which will be about Feminist icons, and generally people who are pro woman or pro feminism or who have been iconic figures to whoever writes the post.

Thirdly we do now have another contributor and I’ll be unveiling her identity officially, at some point this week!! We are on the look our for more bloggers, and the wider a spread of ideologies and stances we can get the better!! All pro-woman views welcome! If you are interested in contributing, whether in a one off/sporadic or regular capacity please do email suzi@femacadem.net.

My Christmas holiday officially ends tomorrow- I’m back to work and university tomorrow, so I’m not sure how regularly posts will be going up, but I am attempting this year to be stricter with myself about sitting down at least once a week and writing all the things that float around my head all week. Come April when I upgrade my phone I’ll be able to blog on the move, but at the moment I cannot access the blog unless using my laptop, so until April, I remain a sporadic but contemplative blogger!

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Happy New Year

I’d like to wish you all a slightly belated Happy New Year. May 2009, be a better year for you than 2008 and bring each and every one of you, health, safety, love and laughter.

I’m hoping to increase my blog schedule this year, but between children/family, work and university my schedule is pretty packed! I’m also hoping to introduce some guest bloggers, and if you’re interested in guest blogging please do drop me a line at suzi@femacadem.net.

In the mneantime, any comments you have on anything already written or anything you’d like to see – please do let me know!

The Mummy Myth

A few weeks ago, Abby O’Reilly wrote a very sensible blog post over on the F -Word about how birth is demonised and controlled. I pretty much agreed with everything Abby said, and I’ve noticed that women do become instantly de-humanised the minute they announce they are in fact carrying a foetus.

My problem with the piece began in the comments thread. Actually it made me so upset, I couldn’t comment on the piece itself and it’s taken will now for me to be able to write a piece.

The problem I have with the Comments on the F word piece is that for a large part of it, it turns into a fight about breastfeeding and another fight about how ‘tired’ all these mothering, pro- breastfeeding, feminist mothers are about having non mothers write about mothering. As a pro- breastfeeding feminist mother (although not pro-breastfeeding in the ‘ you are EVIL for DEPRIVING your child of their RIGHT to breast milk ilk) Here is my commentary on Motherhood, and Breastfeeding and why it’s perfectly damned fine and ok for women who aren’t mothers to be commenting on Motherhood.

I have two delightful children – one of them I developed pre- eclampsia, was induced, had an epidural, didn’t breastfeed for longer than three weeks due to poor supply, sore nipples and a total lack of support, not to mention I figured that giving my screaming hungry unhappy baby formula so he was no longer screaming hungry and unhappy was probably not as bad as continuing to attempt to breastfeed, failing and having a screaming hungry unhappy baby and against all medical advice, trusted my gut and weaned him at 12 weeks. Apparently this means he is supposed to suffering from chronic bowel problems, food allergies and death, but funnily enough he seems to be fine.

With my second child, I didn’t suffer from any pregnancy nasties, had a stretch and sweep, laboured quite naturally at home, went into hospital, had a TENS machine and some gas and air, popped her out in a record of two and a half hours and breastfed exclusively for 6 months where upon I gave up because my Health Visitor was making all sorts of threats involving Social Services because my daughter was failing to gain weight. She was developing perfectly naturally she was just very skinny. Had I had my head screwed on a bit better I’d have told the HV to shove off- even now age 5 she is still ridiculously skinny and she eats like a horse.

My point in telling you all this is to show that even the SAME woman, will have very different experiences of mothering amongst her children. Every labour and birth is different, every pregnancy is different and every child is different. There is no wrong or right way to be doing this. What there is, is your experience, your family (whether that’s biological or chosen), and the bits of knowledge you’re able to use to try and work it out for yourself. It REALLY pisses me off when I see people sanctimoniously harping on about how non- breastfed babies have higher risks of diabetes etc later in life and how we shouldn’t hide these facts from non- breastfeeding mothers because, well, if only they knew the damage they were doing their children they’d be damned sure to breastfeed. For a minimum of 5 years!

FYI- most non- breastfeeding mothers KNOW that breast is best, they know about how it’s ‘easier’ (although it’s actually quite hard), they know about expressing and they know about the positive benefits for theirs and their children’s health. All we should be doing is ensuring women can access Breastfeeding support services, have all the information they need about breast vs. bottle and then support them in WHATEVER choice they make, regardless of how we feel about it. Personally I feel a bit squicked out at the thought of breastfeeding past 12 months. That however is MY problem and certainly is not something I would ever even dream of foisting on any woman I knew or saw who chose to breastfeed her child past their 1st birthday. Her body, her child and she can do whatever she wants to make it work- it’s actually none of mine or anyone else’s business how anyone chooses to feed their child. As long as they are feeding their child and doing the best they can do, then who the hell are the rest of us to be judging??

This attitude of judgement, is one of the things that pisses me off so mightily with our social model of Motherhood. The very second you announce you are to become a child carrying member of the mom club, suddenly your body no longer belongs to you. Complete strangers will grab your belly, or touch your child. Complete strangers will harangue you in public for breastfeeding or bottle feeding, for changing your childs nappy or for waiting till you can get to a baby changing room. You’ll be criticised for looking too good or not good enough, for being too young or too old,  and simultaneously told to eat more (keep your strength up, enrich your milk) and eat less (got to loose that baby weight and get back into those pre- baby jeans). Mothers, it seems, can never ever get it right, and as a society we don’t support mothers much at all.

I think, that rather than fighting about whether or not someone is breastfeeding or whether a non-mothers opinion is valid, a truly feminist apporach to motherhood would be one where we support each other. Non- Mothers have a vital role to play in provideing their Mother friends with non-mom related conversation and perspective, mothers hav e a role to play in supporting not only each other in their mothering choices, but also in supporting our non-mother friends and their choices to remain child free, or being supportive voices of experience should they choose to have children. A more feminist way of apporaching Motherhood would be to recognize that mothers are first and foremost women and that without mothers none of us would be here in the firstplace. Mothers need support to and instead of bitching our way through the right and wrong ways to mother we should be supportive, ensure all women can access good qaulity maternity and child care services, that all women have access to information in order to make informed decisions about what is bets for them and their families and also to provide support for men, that they become Fathers who are able to support their partners and carry out equal parenting.

What I would like to know is what you think- should we ignore the opinions of non-mothers and accuse non- breastfeeding mothers of child abuse or stupidity? Or shoudl we support a more inclusive and supportive approach to mothering and child rearing??

On a personal note….

I don’t normally write personal blogposts here on FemAcadem – those tend to go over on my LiveJournal where only my nearest and dearest can see them. This personal post though has elements that could be taken as feminist, although for now I’ll post the explanation and then tomorrow I’ll write an analysis of the feminist elements.

I recently got a new job, working for an organisation that works with the criminal justice system to provide help for people with drug and alcohol problems. Although my post is new, and will mean I have to essentially develop my own service, which will be hard work to achieve what with Uni and all, I’m massively excited about it.

This new job, however, meant I had to go clothes shopping- I have nothing in my wardrobe suitable for wearing in a professional situation. I spend my life in mens t-shirts, the one pair of jeans I own that fit and sports bras for comfort. Fine when running around after my kids, or going to lectures but definately not appropriate for a formal work environment.

I hate clothes shopping. I actually loathe it. I’m a fat girl- my weight tops 90kg, and I don’t even want to think about my BMI. There are a number of reasons why I’m big- 10 years of bulimia and on/off calorie restricting (I spent 2004-late 2007on 500 calories a day, with regular periods of fasting for 3-4 days at a stretch), along with having spent from age 5-14 on a calorie controlled diet means my metabolism is more than a little fucked. Add in the fact I quit smoking in December 07 and  the afore mentioned years of dietary abuse which means my hunger responses are all out of wack and you have a girl who started uni last September a (UK) size 8 and finished in July a (UK) size 18. Pretty much the only thing that hasn’t changed in all that time is my bra size- 36H. For those of you not in the know about bra sizes, that comes under the category OUCH!

I have huge problems finding clothes. When I was skinny, it was just tops that were my problem- they never went over my boobs. Now I have trouble finding tops, and trousers – most clothes manufacturers don’t bother to alter the cut of clothing for larger sizes, they just scale up the measurments and voila- all clothes in all sizes. Problem is- that doesn’t tend to look too good. I have a whole rant there about how the fashion industry discriminates against fat people, but right now I’m trying to be positive. Kinda.

So I go shopping today, dragging Lovely Admin with me for moral support and opinions. I garuntee I can dress anyone you stick in front of me in lovely clothes that will look gorgeous, and that they will feel comfortable in, but I cannot for the life of me dress myself. I try stuff on and it looks gross and I’m inexperienced with the whole ‘feminine’ clothing thing. Mostly I’ve always just worn jeans and t’s or stuff other people have told me to buy.

Oxford has a fairly decent town centre. My first stop is Bravvissimo, for bras that actually fit. No good buying nice office clothes if your underclothes are all wrong, as a good friend and teacher pointed out to me on Thursday. No problems there- 3 shiny new bras in the required size all checked for a good fit by Jen, the lovely fitter. Never underestimate the power of good fitting bra- I encourage all ladies bigger than a D cup to find their local Bravissimo and get a proper fitting- you will be amazed at the difference.

So then we head to my favourite shoe shop- I say favourite- it stocks the knee high stripey sock I am so very fond of.Seeing as most of mine had holes and I’m down to four pairs, I brought some new ones. I also tried to find some decent comfy boots- but this place doesn’t carry an extended range of leg sizes in boots, and I can’t get anything higher than base of my calf muscle. I used to be a long distance runner, which has left me with some big muscles in my legs. A big fashion no no it would seem. If rule number one of easy shopping is have no breasts, rule number two is definitely have no leg muscles.

After that we start the slog round the clothes shops. I had a wardrobe planned in my head- 2-3 pairs of smart jeans/trousers, some vest tops, few nice cardigans, few shirts and a some v necked jumpers. There you have a nice wardrobe of practical but comfy clothes that are smart enough for work but casual enough for uni. The High Street however, had other ideas.

Nothing fit- not in Next, or Dorothy Perkins, both normally ok-ish for bigger sizes. And as for Marks and Spencer who used to be amazingly damn good for bigger sized jeans- do not shop there if you’re bigger than a ten. I couldn’t even get the size 18 trousers over my thighs. And I tried 6 different pairs , in different styles.

Weight is a big thing, if you’ll pardon the pun. Not because it actually matters, but because of how society, especially in these’obesity’ obsessed days views it. Not being able to find nice clothes that not only fit, but fit well and look good is soul destroying. It’s another way of telling fat people they don’t deserve to have any kind of niceness or status. Not only are you so fat you’re destroying society , you’re so fat there’s no way anyone can make nice clothes for you. Shame on you. How dare you be taking up the space inhabited by those deserving thin people who put in the work it takes to be acceptable.

After M&S I just stood in the street and cried on Lovely Admin. Nothing for me brings on a bout of evil self hatred quite as much as trying to find clothes that fit. Clothes shopping is something I do because I have to. I don’t tend to shop to look nice- I do it to look as inoffensive as possible. There was one last place on my list of shops- Monsoon.

Monsoon is a very nice clothes shop. It’s damned expensive -£40 for a cardigan,£20 for a vest top kind of expensive, but it is worth it. I normally end up their as my last resort when I’ve tried everywhere else and I’m searching for a dress. Today it was my last resort for an entire wardrobe, and the end result is I am now refusing to shop anywhere for clothes that isn’t there. The clothes are really nice, and comfy and the sizes are generous- I can feasibly fit between a 16 and 20 depending on the item. And the people are nice. No sneering shop girls who look at you in horror when you ask for a larger size, no being unable to find what you want in your size. They don’t at the moment stock upwards of size 22- but they do have a decent range of goods in those sizes, unlike M&S, who claim to stock to a 24, and then have very little above a size 16.

I ended up spending 2 hours in there trying stuff on, with Hannah, a very nice assistant, who ran round and got stuff for me, and made suggestions and encouraged me to try thing in colours I wouldn’t normally even consider. Which pretty much means she got me into stuff that wasn’t black. I actually enjoyed the experience and I walked out their with two bags of really nice clothes, that I can mix and match and wear for work or uni or going to Magic tourneys or playing with the kids. It was really nice to be somewhere, where there was no judgement on me for being bigger, and where the clothes are well cut, and fit amazingly nicely.

So- if you are in the UK, and you, like me, have trouble with clothes shopping I recommend Monsoon. Go there, and enjoy the experience of wearing clothes. Tomorrow I’m going to write about the way we as a society look at weight and size and clothing and how women are marginalised and discriminated against becuse of those things. But that’s my feel good story of the day.

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Apologies

Apologies for the total lack of blog lately!! I’ve been doing Youth Work over the Summer and so was away on  a residential for three days and then came down with horrible flu. Between work, illness and family I haven’t had much time for tripping the blog fantastic, but normal service should resume shortly.

On a normal service type note I also owe an apology (and a link edit) to Sinclair over at Sugarbutch Chronicles – I have a very bad habit of committing random capitalisation. Having read the post though, please accept my apology (and an apology hug) and link edit.

In other news, ‘Stick and Stones’ has been featured over at ‘Sex, Life & Frilly Bits’ in the 7th Feminist Carnival of Sexual Freedom and Autonomy. I’m, obviously, quite pleased about this, so thank you Anastacia for reading my writing and linking to it :) .

I’m hoping to get some decent head thinking bloggery going on next week once the Summer project at the Youth Centre finishes. Until then I recommend you all go and read what Ren Ev ( I swear I am not fan gurling, honest) has to say over on Feministe about Sex Work Activism.

Oh and feel free to start discussions in the comments section or to email links to things you think I should read!! Email addy is – suzi@femacadem.net

Go forth and enjoy the blogsphere!

An Introduction

Well Hello.

If you find yourself here then either ; you are hopelessly lost, wandering through the windings of the interweb, OR you’re a friend/colleague of mine come to be supportive OR I’ve linked to you, and you’ve seen the trackback and come to see who on earth this FemAcadem is and why is she blogging with links to you.

Either way, welcome to FemAcadem. Incidentally, in a highly egotistical twist of blog self namery that’s who I am. So called because I didn’t feel worthy enough to claim the titles of Feminist Academic, being as I am but a baby Fem and a learning Academ(ic). FemAcadem is a bit of a gobful however. Most people just call me Suzi.

This blog is where I intend to comment in a highly vocal and possibly nonsensical way on blogs written by far more sensible people I admire and read, such as the likes of The F Word bloggers, the lovely crew over at Feministe, the eminently sensible and sadly much maligned Renegade Evolution and many, many others.I won’t just be commenting on other peoples writing though, I’ll be holding forth with a few loud opinions of my own.

For the record I’m not an expert – I’m a Sociology,Economics and Politics student. I’ve just completed the first year of my BA(Hons), which I’m undertaking at a second chance education college, designed to give those who have for whatever reason missed out on formal education earlier in life a chance to gain higher education qualifications. I’m lucky enough to be under the tutelage of some rather amazing tutors, and I love my subject in a rather over enthusiastic way.

I’m also the mother of two lovely children, who keep me very much on my toes, and the partner of a lovely man who slowly day by day restores my faith in humanity and stops me being too cynical. I’m pro sex, pro porn, but anti trafficking and I have opinions about the importance of listening to sex workers and not using derogatory terms like ‘funfeminist’, I’m strongly anti-rape, I support an end to violence against women, I’m pro choice, I have mixed political opinions and I have some very definite opinions about what Feminism ISN’T, but I’m a bit hazy about what Feminism IS.

Any opinions I express here are likely to change as I go through life, learning, re-considering and re-evaluating. I really hope people will enjoy reading this blog, and will participate in commenting on posts and engaging in dialogue. However that said, flaming will not be tolerated and Trolls will be fed to the Dragon that Admin keeps in the Dungeon. Happy Reading Folks!!

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