I am a 30-something in Hawaii watching, living, breathing, crying and clawing my way to understanding about what it is like to live a childfree existence in a very child-full world. I may not end up childfree in the end (the door hasn’t officially shut), and I hope that doesn’t bother prospective blog readers who struggle in different ways – but I am fascinated by what defines me as a woman, as a person, in this life. For many, a person is defined by how many offspring you have, and what those offspring are doing. Children are presented as the pinnacle of life’s happiness and achievement. A legacy.
And so I ask, are there other forms of responsibility that can be equally fulfilling? How to live a pono (honorable) life regardless? And how have women and men throughout the last couple of centuries handled living a very different kind of life, a life without children?
There is rarely a day that I don’t see a new article in the paper, the magazines, or hear an offhand remark. And so, instead of forwarding those links on, I am here to join in the many voices debating a new angle (is it new?) to feminism. We are a product of the movement our mothers and grandmothers started – with unintended consequences. While the previous generations were hemmed in by much stronger norms of what it meant to be a woman, women today grapple with choice, and guilt, and planning a life alone, and questioning our choices in a society that still very much glorifies Motherhood.
And so, I dedicate this blog to issues of modern feminism, and the choices women are making about dating, having children and balancing their careers.