Alright, that’s it.
I’m doing it.
The time has come.
I’m taking on …
Womp. Womp. Sorry if that was a let down.
But in light of the recent political conventions, I have finally worked up the courage to talk about something that I have wanted to “tackle” for a long time.
Or rather, what it stands for.
Now, some people may have watched the conventions and gotten all hot and bothered about the political “superheroes” in attendance. The brilliant/moving/potentially lifted speeches. The cause-for-concern weight of former presidents and their affinity for oversized balloons.
Now, I must begin with this…it was so unfortunate that both the headlining women wore white. I mean, for the love, Melania Trump is a gosh darn vision in white. Not that Hillz wasn’t beautiful in her own right, but her stylist should have realized that she was wearing the same color as a former super model. And a pantsuit at that. It was a tragic oversight.
And pause: I’m not advocating that women should only wear ankle length skirts with closed toed flats. I mean, heaven forbid you show that calf!
No. That’s not what I’m talking about. #LoveMeSomeExpressEditorPants
I’m talking about what it stands for.
Or rather, how it has redefined something that I think is very important:
It’s such a hot button word: Feminist.
When people hear that word, – and I’m including myself in this – the image of angry, hairy arm-pitted women burning bras in a politically charged mob comes to mind. I mean, doesn’t it?
And especially now, with people and shows like Lena Dunham’s Girls or Broad City, there’s been a redefinition and rebirth of intensity in what it means to be a feminist. And more specifically, what it means if you’re not a feminist.
And everyone has their two cents worth…or rather, their 140-characters worth on Twitter. Or, in Kim Kardashian’s case, your “two black censorship bars“-worth.
Everyone from Taylor Swift, to Shonda Rhimes, to Demi Lovato, to Beyonce, to … Hillary. Everyone chimes in on what it means to be a feminist.
So, I thought I would offer one more voice on the topic.
Because I am also a feminist. But not for the reasons that women fought for the pantsuit.
I am a feminist for two words:
Now, if you’ve never heard that term before, you might be scratching your head…like…okay, we get it, you think you’re smart.
This term was coined by the late and great Pope John Paul II, or JP2 as he’s so lovingly referred.
And it defines what it means to be feminine in a biblical sense.
He defined the FG as this: the sincere gift of self.
And the very biological make up of a woman’s body communicates this.
We’ve all heard that women are the “crown of creation,” being created from man, saving the best for last. Made in the image of God, therefore reflecting His beauty. Duh.
But the feminine genius defines the very special and important role that women possess – nay, what they embody. The power and mystique we have, simply due to our very nature.
The female make up – it is different and important and powerful. We are receptors and guardians of life. We are biologically designed to bring life into the world. Every cell in our bodies is designed for that purpose. Biology don’t lie, people.
We are feelers, and in tune to those around us. Whether we are mothers in an actual physical sense or in a spiritual sense, we have the “wiring” to be caretakers. We yearn to meet the needs of others. We are lovers. We are people-centered — relational. Why do you think we care so much about The Bachelorette, or struggle with gossip? – It is because we care about people and their well being.
We are courageous and strong. Look at Mary – saying “yes”to carry Jesus in her womb. That was the prime example of the sincere gift of self. She was being obedient to God’s will, yet exercising her own free will, and giving of her own self- physically, emotionally and spiritually.
Women have traits that are uniquely different. Uniquely important. Uniquely genius.
So does this mean that the role of a woman is in the kitchen meeting the needs of her family by making casseroles, popping out babies, changing bed linens and vacuuming the house in pearls and heels?
No way, Jose.
It can, if that’s her calling. And there’s nothing wrong with that.
But that’s the genius aspect. A woman brings those traits with her and puts her unique feminine qualities into whatever she does. Whether that’s teaching, or nursing, or raising a family, or reaching people through marketing/advertising, or acting, or…leading a country.
It is those traits – of giving, empathy, courage, intuition, compassion, strength, poise, recognizing the talents in those around her and empowering others – those are precisely the qualities that make up a great leader. And a woman possesses them inherently.
We are uniquely different. And differently equal.
So. Back to the pantsuit.
Instead of trying to conform to what makes a man a man, why not celebrate the fact that, yes, I am a woman, and because of that, I bring unique qualities and talents and perspectives to the job, that make me equally and uniquely qualified to do it.
Leading a country means serving a country. It is a gift of self. Of inspiring and empowering the people.
A position that should be held by the most capable person for the job – man or woman.
Am I endorsing Hillary. No. There’s a lot more that goes into choosing a President that goes much deeper than a person’s gender. There’s … well … politics. The parties’ views on the US and our future are very different. And that is up to you to decide which issues top the list and sway your vote.
I would love to see a woman President. And think it is amazing that a woman is holding the nomination for a major party.
And I hope that the first woman president, whenever she’s elected, can confidently be sworn in wearing something other than a pantsuit. Because she’s not hiding her femininity, but celebrating her feminine genius, and embracing all the unique talents and qualities that she possesses in her very nature that make her equally qualified and able to do the job.