Friday, May 15, 2015
knitting in public
when I was in my early 20's I really discovered feminism. I read the books, took Women's Studies courses at Uni and told anyone who would listen about my feminist viewpoints. (to be clear: I had always had these views, I just hadn't realized they were called feminism, nor had I discovered all the baggage that came with that word).
Anyways, there I was- young, bright-eyed and hopeful, in the front row of my Women's studies class (I've always been a front row kind of girl) when the other feminists in the class start talking about those women who do things like knit in public.
For real. This really happened. I swear my only thought was oh gosh, I hope none of them saw me knitting at the bus stop this morning...
Since then, I've been a bit hesitant to knit alone in public. It's a different thing if I have a friend with me (moral support against any radical feminists who sneak up on me I suppose...) but I'm always a little hesitant to pull out my knitting in a cafe, at the park, or on a train alone.
But the truth is, I still call myself a feminist. And I knit. And I think the two fit nicely together. (We can have a long wordy discussion on this but I think I'm probably preaching to the choir here...)
So, in the spirit of my one word for this year, I am hiding no longer. Instead, I think I'll just be one of those women who (proudly) knit in public.