Being a female at The Oaks is
incredibly challenging.
Here is a letter to Moms and Daughters, from a [recovering] feminist.
To the Oaks Moms:
First, the school can't run without
you, so if you want to change something, change it.
I watched in awe as Oaks Moms
picked up all types of jobs at the school from coach, to teacher, to Program
[Auction] Manager, to Trip Coordinator, to Theater Director - just on repeat, when
there was a need, there was a Mom.
But there were some moms who did
not get heavily involved, and now, as my friends start having kids, I realized
many of those moms suffered from or struggled with Mom-guilt. Whether it was
because of a job, or a medical reason, or total apathy, The Oaks runs on
Mom-Blood, and I want to say thank you, because MANY times, I talked a mom into
hosting a party or letting me borrow something, and I could be ruthless at
times.
To being ruthless.
For context, I graduated in '09 in
a class of 15 females, and 2 males. I attended Biola University in Los Angeles,
attended the honors program, graduated cum laude, established a career in tech,
and recently transitioned from a job at T-Mobile Headquarters to a similar role
at Nike Headquarters. I have competed two full Ironman triathlons, and 4.5 years
ago, my older brother unexpectedly died. All these are critical parts of my
journey.
Back in high school, I asked a lot
of questions, defied a lot of rules, and spent a lot of time crying in the
bathroom. I had two versions of me going at all times: this daring,
opinionated, confident, ruthless version, and the other that was scared of
disappointing anyone and sobbed in the locker room through the entire talent
show audition because of a trip to the principal's office. I doubt this comes
as a surprise, that many of us put on a brave face while crying into pillows
with no one around.
I now can realize, I was a closet
feminist trapped in a patriarchy telling me to warm my soul over the inviting
flames of Proverbs 31 until I melted into a godly woman. But try as I might, I
couldn't figure out how to weave my daring, risk-taking, challenging the
status-quo, dream chasing self and at the very least get her to appear
to submit to authority.
I am pretty sure that is what they
wanted: Smart females who knew the difference between defiance and submission,
and who chose submission.
But my mom was very OK with me
challenging the status quo. She had a history with being kicked out of
male-dominated board meetings, and knew
what it meant to be a natural leader as a female. To her credit, she helped me
navigate the countless times I disagreed with a rule about wearing nylons, an
assignment that seemed pointless, and when it came down to whether my ball
dress was appropriate or not, she never shamed me. However, I can tell you many
stories about when my male teachers thought they knew what it was like to be a
female. Explained what women want in a rhetoric class, taught us the
psychological differences between the genders in an elementary school classroom: men want respect, and women {just} want love. Many times, I received comments about being seductive, conversations
about my rebellious heart, or was offered a second chance to prove I could
submit rather than show defiance. Bible class was often crowded with female
figures who were pathetic, weak, a prostitute, or a ready and willing vessel -
and the goal was to be like the elusive Proverbs 31: Woman of Wisdom. Through all
of it, I didn't advocate for myself, and the culture of victim blaming was too
deeply embedded that even if I had advocated, I don't know that I would have
made much of a dent.
To all my female comrades both past
and present: feminism is the belief that we are equal, that everyone deserves
respect, and women are leaders. Moms at the Oaks, whether they like it or not,
are some of the most amazing examples of Christian Feminists -- a fun little
phrase that I believe many folks want to believe is an oxymoron. But if there
was ANYTHING I could do differently, I wish wrote my thesis on Christian
Feminism, and made every teacher there wildly uncomfortable. These days, I make
up for my scared past self by building respect and equality into the fabric of
my friendships, my "romantic" life, and my professional relationships. I take every chance to correct the thinking that smart, ambitious females
are just "loud, bossy, shrill, or desperate." If a current female
student ever reads this, and has the instinct that the boys and girls in her
class are being treated unequally, say something. Say it to your friends, say
it to parents, say it to other classmates, say it out loud until it changes. Be
an advocate, and make your future self proud.
Thank you, Natasha. The struggle is real and, as you and I both know, living our lives out loud, the way God created us to live them, will always be a painful process. But it’s better than pretending to be something we’re not in order to please Man. May the Truth set us all free!
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