...A Bisanar...
This post comes with an introductory disclaimer: I feel as if what I am about to write is in direct contradiction to the things taught to me by my beloved Women's Studies professor, Dr. Sylvia Hoffert . I will say that I am very closely attached to the maternal figures in my life and find myself frequently in awe of the women in my family - those who are present here on earth and those who have shaken off this mortal coil. However, in a late Father's Day tribute to my grandfathers and an early 49th birthday tribute to my father, I am going to wax prosaic on the patriarchs in my life tonight. In an effort to reassure myself that I am still a feminist and a good Women's Studies minor, I will say that I remember all the things taught to me by Dr. Hoffert, things like berdache and quickening . Disclaimer FIN! As I was scraping the paint off of my front door tonight (see previous blog posting regarding repainting door), I suddenly began to think about my...