i was thinking yesterday, on a field trip to clifford family farms w/students, that i really should raise some of my own food. then i fully admitted for the first time that i absolutely hate dirt under my fingernails. i don't like dirt and dirtiness or swabbing out my chicken's bottoms when they get constipated or taking care of sick animals. i have no desire whatsoever to be a farmer on even the most mircro level. is that so wrong? why do i feel guilty about that?
my point is that this so-called progressive housewife-ism doesn't feel liberating at all to me, as orenstein points out in her conclusion. i have way more than enough things to do, but keep noticing a hovering guilt on my shoulder about not building my chicken coops.
i was thinking yesterday, on a field trip to clifford family farms w/students, that i really should raise some of my own food. then i fully admitted for the first time that i absolutely hate dirt under my fingernails. i don't like dirt and dirtiness or swabbing out my chicken's bottoms when they get constipated or taking care of sick animals. i have no desire whatsoever to be a farmer on even the most mircro level. is that so wrong? why do i feel guilty about that?
ReplyDeletemy point is that this so-called progressive housewife-ism doesn't feel liberating at all to me, as orenstein points out in her conclusion. i have way more than enough things to do, but keep noticing a hovering guilt on my shoulder about not building my chicken coops.