To claim I have a clear understanding of feminism and all it entails would simply be false. I have to say, that despite my feminist leanings and my background of attending a women's college, I am 'feminism dumb'. Meaning, that I have such limited knowledge of feminist critiques, feminist cannon, and more. This is not to say I don't get the tenants of feminism (I do), but rather my ability to support my ideas around feminism (especially in regards to childbirth, mothering, homeschooling, etc) is completely non-existent. Luckily, enter my 2nd graduate degree.
I am currently enrolled in a Master's of Fine Arts in Creative Non-Fiction down here in Georgia. And while most of the courses I am expected to take are surrounding the understandings of prose, fictional and non-fictional writing, and teaching creative writing; I also am blessed to take a few literature courses.
This semester I am enrolled in 'Literary Women', a graduate seminar focused on the way in which women write about their experiences as women. Well all be darned! I do this all the time! So to take a critical eye to the material and my writing should prove to be eye-opening.
This past week, we've been working through Virginia Woolf's A Room of One's Own. Holy. Crud. What a beautiful and confusing piece of work. I have to say though, that I feel similarly to her. A woman, to be happy, just needs a stable income and a place to create.
A few months back, I had neither. And the innate sense of peace that has followed in gaining both has been marvelous.
I am currently enrolled in a Master's of Fine Arts in Creative Non-Fiction down here in Georgia. And while most of the courses I am expected to take are surrounding the understandings of prose, fictional and non-fictional writing, and teaching creative writing; I also am blessed to take a few literature courses.
This semester I am enrolled in 'Literary Women', a graduate seminar focused on the way in which women write about their experiences as women. Well all be darned! I do this all the time! So to take a critical eye to the material and my writing should prove to be eye-opening.
This past week, we've been working through Virginia Woolf's A Room of One's Own. Holy. Crud. What a beautiful and confusing piece of work. I have to say though, that I feel similarly to her. A woman, to be happy, just needs a stable income and a place to create.
A few months back, I had neither. And the innate sense of peace that has followed in gaining both has been marvelous.
