Sunday in Outer Blogness: a woman’s worth edition!!!
On the even of the most dreaded holiday for women on the Mormon liturgical calendar, Elizabeth Smart made a statement explaining what’s wrong with object lessons teaching girls that after having sex, they’re used-up and disgusting, like chewed-gum, sparking lots of discussion (including about other unhelpful chastity lessons). But since it would be unimaginable for Mormons to drop object lessons altogether, some folks have come up with some more positive metaphors illustrating that your worth is not diminished by a few scratches, and alternative reasons to wait until you’re ready before having sex. And despite some excuses, it appears that part of the problem is a Mormon scripture which claims that rape deprives women “of that which was most dear and precious above all things, which is chastity and virtue.”
A few years back, an enthusiastic Motherâ€™s Day speaker shared with my ward the story of how his mother had always gotten up to cook breakfast from scratch for the family, even when she was sick. With tears in his eyes, he then thanked his wife for being just like his mom.
It is nice to set aside time to celebrate our mothers — the angst seems more a result of treating motherhood as the be-all-end-all of womanhood. So when I read this list of people who have reason not to love Mothers Day:
- Married women who suffer from infertility
- Single women
- Single mothers
- Women who birthed babies who were then adopted by others
- Women whose mothers have died
- Women whose mothers were abusive
- Mothers who never feel they will ever add up to what has been dubbed as the perfect mother in many a Sacrament Meeting talk
- Fathers who suffer from infertility and hate to see their wives feel pain
- Single fathers
- Men whose mothers have died
- Men whose mothers were abusive
- Fathers who see their wives suffering when they feel they will never add up to what has been dubbed as the perfect mother in many a Sacrament Meeting talk.
… I felt like it should even include women who are happy to be mothers but don’t like being treated as though motherhood is the sum total of their value as humans. But I immediately dismissed this idea as a foolish exaggeration. Then I saw this little Facebook turd:
And I agree with Heather’s response:
I am LOVING watching yâ€™all grow up. You are ambitious and hard-working and kind and smart and funny (oh, so funny) and quick-witted and curious. And you are also needy and demanding and sometimes I feel beleaguered by trying to fill all of your needs. And I tell you as much, which Iâ€™m pretty sure I shouldnâ€™t be doing, but maybe Iâ€™m doing you a favor: if you become a parent, youâ€™ll go in eyes wide openâ€“thanks to me!
Quite simply, I am your mom. Imagining my life otherwise is just crazy talk.
However, motherhood is not the essence of who I am. It does not define my identity.
And there were a bunch of interesting related topics: Mothers in the Bible, the next natural step in the current gun-rights discussion, Heavenly Mother as the unique doctrine Mormons won’t stand up for, women are the root of all evil (or is it helicopter parenting), the Mormon murder trial is ever creepy, and if you’re still married to your dead spouse why is it OK to marry again?
In other topics, good work for a worthy cause, here‘s the first time I’ve seen Canada compared to a cult, the US Congressâ€™ Joint Committee on Taxation is seriously considering treating religions like any other non-profit, poverty and judgement, the BoM chapter that is so bad it’s funny, and hatin’ on fat people as a marketing strategy. Oh, and I really enjoyed Daniel Midgley’s podcast about the Navajo language.
It is also teacher appreciation week! Time to think twice about the policy of teaching to the test. In other education issues: teaching is hard and some helpful advice for those who stop believing while attending BYUI. And I’d like to wrap up with a hilarious overview of Mormon-style sex-ed:
My motherâ€™s advise when I first got married (she still hadnâ€™t figured out that I was two months pregnant) was, â€œWell, Sister (she always calls us â€œSisterâ€ so she doesnâ€™t have to remember which one of us sheâ€™s talking to), just think about IT as if youâ€™re canning peaches. By the time youâ€™ve scalded the skins and peeled them itâ€™s over and you can just go clean up the sticky mess and go back to sleep. Itâ€™s your duty and a chore, but usually over very quickly. Iâ€™m so sorry for you, Sister.â€ She once admitted that she wasnâ€™t sure if sheâ€™d ever had an orgasm. Thatâ€™s a guarantee you havenâ€™t. If the back of your head doesnâ€™t explode, lightning shoot out the tips of your toes and fingertips, and stars rotate around the ceiling, leaving you spent and trembling, itâ€™s a good sign that you havenâ€™t yet experienced a good orgasm.
Go read the whole thing and see how much you can relate to!! And good luck to you on surviving this joyous holiday!!