How Having a Son Changed Me


I think this woman is a fantastic example of what people are supposed to be – compassionate, of both sexes. This is a feminist mother who isn’t interested in pushing feminist dogma onto her son and training him to be what feminist theory says about men. She’s interested in doing what’s best for him. She is concerned for his safety, his well-being and his development. She admits what kind of outright misandrist she used to be. Laughing at men’s suffering is hateful and wrong. However, after having her son, the things which used to make her laugh, now make her feel protective. Now she actively shields her child, from all the feminist propaganda and rhetoric which would otherwise be psychologically and emotionally abusive for a male child to hear.

She stipulates she specifically wants to make sure little boys are not being harmed bye the system, and that they’re being given the same level of encouragement that girls are. It appears as if she’s switched from a gender ideologue to an equity feminist.

I wish more feminists could wake up to the reality that man and women are NOT the same. That is the beauty of our species. We complement one another.

This is an excerpt from THIS article: By Mackenzie Dawson

Yes, the difference right now is so profound that as the mother of a son, I’ve stopped paying attention to the girls entirely. (Sorry, little girls! I feel like I’m betraying my own sex, but right now, I’ve got a small man to raise.)

Different sexes? For the time being, we might as well be dealing with a different species.

If I compared my son to these girls, I’d go down that rabbit hole of doubt and start to worry, wondering how he could possibly compete with these super-powered little ladies. Wondering if he could ever catch up. And I know that he will catch up – at about 25.

Before having a son, I was always one of the ra-ra girls. Confident, ambitious, and not afraid to call myself a feminist. I’m still like that. But after having my son, I no longer want to crow about female superiority. I don’t laugh when I see books called “Are Men Obsolete?” or think it’s clever when I see articles that talk about how marriage rates are down because there are no “good” men, no men that are “worth” having.

Those articles used to make me proud, thinking about how far women have come in just a few decades in the workforce. Now, they just make me feel protective, not wanting a generation of little boys to grow up hearing about the many ways in which their gender somehow falls short in today’s society. That feeling grows tenfold when I read the articles that casually blast men for their “prolonged adolescence” or low earning potential — and indeed, men came out behind after the most recent recession, with 2010 unemployment numbers concentrated for the first time on men, rather than women.

Now that my son is here, I check myself before making the kinds of comments women always make — the many things that men are “hopeless” at, the ways in which they screw things up. I might still joke about it over email with my friends, but I try to make sure I never say anything like that out loud around my son.

The differences between little girls and boys won’t change. But I want to make sure we’re giving boys the same encouragement we give now to little girls; the same reassuring words that they can do whatever they want to do – whether that involves being a stay-at-home dad or a CEO.

Read the rest HERE

2 comments for “How Having a Son Changed Me

  1. patriarchal landmine
    October 31, 2014 at 5:01 AM

    in other words, it was alright when it was other’s sons being fed into the meat grinder, but now that it’s her own it’s not ok anymore.

    “I feel like I’m betraying my own sex”

    I want to vomit in her face at that line.

  2. John Doe
    October 31, 2014 at 1:06 PM

    The famous Boycott American Women blog has returned! We’re accepting submissions so if you have any bad experiences with American women and want to share them, just go to the Submit Your Story tab on our site, tell us your story, and we’ll publish it, anonymously of course.

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