You forgot barefoot!

I assume you are familiar with the blog I Blame The Patriarchy?

I got a huge chuckle out of the fact that, as I type, there is a pot roast in my oven. Of course, getting me shut up would require a major miracle. I'm thinking of putting a speaker in my gravestone so I can yell at passersby from beyond the grave. (Pre-recorded, of course, but wouldn't that be a hoot on Halloween? Scare the pants off of some teenager.)

We are all guilty of griping about our lives. The fact that we have an awareness of outside events -- and the conciousness and perspective to put it all in order of importance -- is what makes us able to keep on going and make small differences where we can in the world.

Thanks for posting this Jodi. I was just making a post about it on my LJ when I saw your entry.

It's amazing how secure we feel in our current place of relative freedom, and how easy it is to forget events like this. We do still have a very long way to go. As women in this age, there is still alot in our way

Well dear,
I found your blog by googling "canadian flag hat" which my son wants for xmas now that I am learning to knit. Actually, I have been making scarves for a bit, but that hardly counts. No flag pattern of course but was enchanted by your art, cats and your splayed beaver, among other things. Not only that, but my son has had some close enounters with a fundamentalist church - after we did everything we could to bring them up as heathens. I sense a kindred spirit. I met Alice Munro about 35 years ago but she was lying in a hospital bed and was not as chatty as one might have wished. I still hold out hope for the Noble but maybe it doesn't matter. Quite frankly I don't think some of the past winners are up to much.

I remember the Montreal massacre as though it were yesterday. One of those burned in the brain days like the day Kennedy was shot. No pot roast, but I was taking Christmas cookies out of the oven, listing to the CBC. I was so stunned I phoned a friend to see if they were reporting the same news on her radio.

My husband has my car today or I would have raced over to Value Village to rag-pick the sweaters - never thought it. Anyway - very inspiring blog. Must get back to the knitting. Will check in on you from time to time.

Ann

I thought about the massacre all day yesterday. I was 15 when it happened and I remember the photos on the news and I remember how it made me feel: Sad and confused.

Sad for the women whose lives were taken and confused b/c I didn't understand that women hadn't always had rights and freedoms. I don't know if I was naive or just lucky to have made it to 15 before discovering that fact. I mean, I knew about the vote (thank you Mary Poppins), but I hadn't realized that we were still waging the battle!

I think I added feminist to my personal description of myself on that day.

xxxo

Well said.

jodi - i'm really glad you posted about this.
if only more people would identify with, and use, the F word.

How in the world have I never heard about this before??? Thanks for posting. I feel extra grateful for my freedom to persue secondary education.

Thank you for posting about this.It infuriates me that this massacre has been largely forgotten already and that so many people persist in believing that the aims of feminism have been won, that it is irrelevant now.

I love your blog, by the way. I came for the knitting, I stayed for the art and the insight.

The Nathalie Provost interview on the clips page you provided is amazing.

Thanks for this post...

To the outside world -- which in this case means "that nice fellow I married" -- it looks like I am sitting quietly, reading and typing. But really, I am standing bolt upright and applauding, as thunderously as a single person can applaud.

Thank you, Jodi. This was brilliant.