A Roundabout Message to a Pig

Let's get a few things out of the way, shall we? I am not currently, nor have I ever been, a militant feminist. I have nothing against them... I'm just not one. I'm also not a man-hater, nor am I unrealistic when it comes to the behavior of men. I happen to be married to a very "manly" man, but one who is also extremely courteous and sensitive to the feelings of his wife and the other women around him.

I. AM. LUCKY.

I know this, and I am extremely grateful. Believe me.

However, I have daughters, and it pains me that we still live in a world where this guy is allowed to share his views. His neanderthal and highly piggish views. (I promised myself I'd keep the language clean, so that's all I can do at this point. Sorry.)

I'm not going to add his name to this post, because I don't want to give him anymore web hits than he deserves.

Because really? I'm doing everything I can on all fronts to raise my daughters to have healthy images about themselves... to know that their worth on this planet is more about their brains and their hearts than anything else. They are beautiful girls, but that means nothing in the end.

And as a sign of protest, I just might tell them we should take a week off of shaving our legs this summer. ;-)