So, for those of you who don't know, Vivi is a partially breast fed baby. This of course means I have to pump everyday at work. 3 times a day, for 15 minutes each time, back in what used to be the shower of our employee bathroom.
It gets very boring.
So I bring a book. Recently, I grabbed one of my favorite feminist diatribes from college, thinking "Oh, I haven't read this in awhile." Huge mistake.
For the past week, I have been turning the pages, brow increasingly furrowed as I am reminded how hard it is to be a girl. THis book is about growing up female with the mass media, and how there are constant contredictions as to how a girl should act, think, and what roles she should play.
OH MY GOD I HAVE A DAUGHTER.
It doesn't really hit you until you stop and think about it. I already want to corral everyone who will ever hurt her feelings, or make her feel inadequate, or whatever, and threaten them with a sharp object. Now am I also supposed to fight Disney and it's terrible gender type-casting? Should I be reading her Backlash instead of Harry Potter before we go to bed at night?
This is so exhausting. I love her so much, but I want Vivi to love Vivi as much as I do.
And yes, Internet, I am PMSing. Shut it.