Becoming a mother is a bit like being hit in the face by an emotional sledgehammer. Despite having been in labour for 27 hours, I was so excited by the birth of my first baby that I could not sleep all night. I had never felt higher before in my life. It was as if…
Category: feminist mothering
The Loneliness of the Stay At Home Mother or: The Importance of Being Equal
I have a confession to make: being a stay at home mum isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. I hate housework, loathe laundry and haven’t baked a cupcake in months. My carpet is unhoovered, there are cobwebs in every corner of every room and I have even started to avoid doing the weekly shop….
Nobody puts baby in the corner
Being a feminist means that I am used to being shocked by the double standards in our society but recently there seems to be a worrying trend in terms of women being shamed for using their bodies for firstly producing babies and subsequently having the nerve to feed them. Kim Kardashian’s shiny naked butt glistening…
Too pink or not too pink?
The nights are drawing in, Goose Fair is done and dusted and the leaves are slowly changing colour and falling from the trees – it can only mean one thing: it’s birthday season in the Tastic household. Thankfully I only seem to be able to conceive children in the middle of February, so both my…
Let’s Talk About Sex Baby
My friends will tell you that I am an annoyingly honest person – my enemies would probably put it slightly differently. I have had to learn that when people talk to me about something, they are not always asking for my opinion. However, I still believe in communicating congruently and with integrity, even if you…
“Just a Mum”
I left my job last week after being in continuous employment since I left University in 1999. Aside from a couple of stints on maternity leave, the grinding routine of the working week has been a constant feature of my life for the last 15 years. Although I would consider myself to have a pretty…
Woman As Subject 