A walking contradiction
NS February 10th, 2009
I am a walking contradiction.
I don’t believe in God or the supernatural but I can’t shake the feeling that there’s a little something more out there than just dust and space and science. I just have no idea what it is.
I have done and enjoyed drugs in the past but didn’t have any for my son’s birth.
I’m not a big believer in homeopathy or alternative medicine (though I don’t think they do any harm) but I’m not convinced that modern medicine is all it’s cracked up to be either.
I am one of those rarities – a stay-at-home mother who wishes she could actually afford to work!
I complain about not having enough time to myself but when I do I often just waste it doing something entirely unnecessary or trivial.
I am a liberal, pro-choice feminist who is a also an informed birth, attachment parenting, extended breastfeeding advocate. I think they go hand-in-hand but many others view them as polar opposites.
I am a feminist with a sense of humour.
I am a writer who doesn’t often get published; at least not for money.
I am an American who knows geography.
I extoll the virtues of patience but have little myself.
I rage against the homemaker machine but still hold myself to those unrealistic standards sometimes.
I dream about what I would do if I didn’t have kids but I can’t imagine my life without them.
I don’t like country music but I love bluegrass.
I abhor coconut but like coconut milk. I don’t like oranges or orange-flavored foods but I love Jaffa Cakes and will drink orange juice as long as it doesn’t have pulpy bits floating in it.
I am very outgoing but like being on my own.
I love men, both individually and generally, but I really dislike them as a whole sometimes.
I don’t like what they represent but I can’t help but sing along to female pop stars’ songs (Britney, Amy, et al).
