Internalized Misogyny and Me
When I was much younger, I mistook glorifying my more masculine traits for feminism. It started as young as five or six when I asked Santa for a tool box “with real tools” for Christmas. The 1980s era department store Santa was taken aback and asked if I was sure I didn’t want a doll. I thought for a moment and said “maybe a Mr. Mouth game and some books, too...but don’t forget my toolbox!” The Santa laughed, called me an unusual girl and posed for the picture. The story didn’t end there. Me Busy Internalizing Sexism On Christmas Day, when I ecstatically opened up my toolbox, both my parents seemed excited about my unusual choice and my father bragged to his brothers at dinner about how he didn’t need a son to work on projects because he had a handy daughter – me. On one hand, this was all very life affirming for me and rather progressive for my father. He was an early proponent for women in the workforce. My choices were being embraced and my interests en