Wedding Wednesday

July 29, 2014

Ok.  It's a cheesy title, I know.  But I just can't help it.

I used to think it was a stereotype that women were obsessed with weddings, but it's not.  Not only is How I Met My Husband one of our popular posts, but the other day someone had posted a picture of their wedding dress on their Facebook feed and that started an absolute deluge of others posting pictures of their wedding day/dress as well.

And I lapped. Them. Up.

Hi I'm Sarah and I eagerly checked out wedding pictures for at least 100 people I don't know.

I, however, did not post my own.  I thought, as something fun and lighthearted, I would post pictures of my wedding here, and invite you to do the same - either on your own blog (and leave your URL in our comments) or post the pic in the comments section (if you can do that?).  I'm already looking forward to seeing them.  Hey maybe you could include a funny story from your wedding?!  I like funny wedding stories almost as much as I like wedding pictures.

My funny story?  Two of my brothers were the MC's for the reception.  When it came time to introduce us to the crowd for the first time as husband and wife, my brothers introduced us by my maiden name, not by my husband's last name.  It was hysterical - the crowd burst out laughing - and the hubs is still irked to this day about it.  The funniest thing…my brothers hadn't meant to do that.  It was a total slip up, or so they tell me.  He he he…

It rained on our wedding day so our many of our pictures were indoors.
With parents and grandmas.
The rings (and flowers).

At the old covered bridge near the reception site.
The moment we were introduced…Jason's all like, "Ha ha.  Not funny."

It stopped raining just long enough to take this one.  The Church in the background is where my husband's grandmother had been baptized way back when.

Me in my wedding dress, 10 years later.
Although it's a *bit* tight, it still fits - YAY - and I still feel like a princess in it.


5 Ideas that Change my Life: The Feminine Gift Style

July 23, 2014

Jennifer at Conversion Diary and Jenna at Mama-luia wrote posts on this - five major ideas that have changed their lives.  Today I'm throwing my hat in the ring.  Here's my five, Feminine Gift style:

~ 1 ~

True Femininity isn't all barbie dolls and wedding dresses.  

One of the most important things I've learned since starting TFG has been that true femininity has little in common with what I think femininity actually is.  True femininity is much more elusive and enigmatic than, "It's when I wear makeup, jewelry and skirts all the time."  While I can't really define what true femininity actually is, I can tell you that it's tough - like Mother Theresa picking dying beggars up off the street tough.  Yet it is also soft, like hosting a tea party soft.  It's being loving and challenging, compassionate and unflinchingly honest and fair, and a truly feminine woman is weather-beaten yet un-jaded, all at the same time.  It means we women sometimes pick up the sword and at other times we pick up the broom.  And for me, this was revolutionary.  I could finally be who I was meant to be, no longer worried about whether being who I am was feminine - or feminine enough.  I can do what needs to be done in the moment, whether it's shovel the driveway, cook a gourmet meal or dig a ditch, with as much grace and poise as I can muster, and still be the lady that I am.  Can I get an Amen?  


~ 2 ~

True Modesty begins on the Inside.

In working with young adults it was surprising for me to learn that immodesty is primarily a heart-sickness, more than anything else.  Sure there are those folks who have merely been badly formed in one or two areas of their lives, but they've been the exception.  Anyone, man or woman, can act immodestly while their bodies are fully covered, and even nakedness can be modest. (Hiram Powers' statue of a Greek Slave is an amazing example)  Modesty is much harder, and much more work, than just putting on a longer skirt or a less revealing top.  Modesty requires us to master a whole list of other virtues and goods; like chastity, purity, patience, sensitivity, charity, moderation, decency, silence and discernment amongst many others.  It also requires us to guard against unhealthy curiosity and voyeuristic explorations of the human body.  Learning this has made me more discerning when faced with immodesty - in myself or in others - and has alerted me to my own immodest tendencies.


~ 3 ~

Meal Planning Works.

I don't know what I did before I planned my meals, but I know that I wasted a ton of money.  And time.  And food.  And energy.  And I had a whole lot of cereal for dinner.  Yes meal planning requires more work up front, but it cuts down tremendously on what I call the 4:30 panic.  My plans are rarely perfect - there's always a wrench thrown in here or there - but at the very least I'm not throwing out major amounts of food anymore and a good bit of my sanity has been preserved for other use.


~ 4 ~

Words Have Meaning.

Those who know me might describe me (depending on how you know me) as a bit laid back, and I suppose I am to a certain degree.  I tend to be uncaring about very specific matters sometimes, not worrying about finer details because doing so causes my brain to hurt.  Yet when I picked up a pen and paper to start "for reals" writing, that laid-back part of me went out the window.  Words, in general, began to mean something much different to me, as I couldn't say that I had, before that time, ever spent hours combing through a thesaurus for just the right word.  But that's become a regular occurrence, word-hunting, which is my reality these days, and it's not a bad thing.  Words have power.  They can build others up, or tear them down.  I've seen words eviscerate and humiliate.  And I've seen them make a woman glow with pride and admiration.  And we women are especially charged to use them well, as we tend to be a touch more talkative than our male counterparts.   The words we use matter - especially those we use to talk to ourselves.  The words we use in our self-talk are important because they are shaping our thoughts, which are shaping our actions/reactions, which are shaping our personalities, which is shaping our lives in one way or another.  When I realized this, I started talking a bit more sweetly to myself and to others.


~ 5 ~

Drink Your Water.

My spiritual director tells a (fictional?) tale about a woman on a life raft with her small child.  All water aboard the raft is strictly rationed and the woman is caught giving her small portion to her child.  The point of his story is that she will die, very quickly, if she doesn't drink her water (ie. take care of herself first) and after that happens it's very likely her child will die as well.

And so it goes for ourselves.  If we do not take care of ourselves and give our bodies, minds and souls what they need to not just function, but function well, it's simple.  We will physically, mentally and/or spiritually die.  Drinking your water means knowing what it is that gives you life, and what it is that sucks life from you and then saying yes to that which is life-giving and no to that which is life-sucking, whenever it's possible (and important) to do so.  We must do this, especially if we're caregivers (and all women are caregivers in one sense or another) or we will end up angry, resentful, tired and burnt out.   So drink your water.  Do it, or die.

The Question of Women and Work

July 22, 2014


The purpose of work

Why do we work?  Why is it important?

“Our work – whatever it is - should become a means to pursue holiness for ourselves and our families, and to model holiness to those around us.” Archbishop Charles Chaput, O.F.M. Cap.


The Catechism teaches that from work we draw the means of providing for ourselves and our families (CCC 2428). At its most basic, a job brings income, and income allows for housing and nourishment and fun. Beyond that, work is occupation – it is ‘not-idleness’; it is labour and service. It is a means of fulfillment of the potential written within us by means of the gifts we have been given.

There is another, transformative, purpose of work. Edith Stein (Woman, 257) writes about how the very gifts of femininity (maternity, being concerned with the personal and relationships) can become unhealthy. We see this in over-doting mothers, in gossips and nosey-parkers. She writes that work – whether housework, a trade, science, or anything else – requires we submit the whole of our person – thoughts, mood, disposition – to it, and thereby we temper what she calls ‘hyper-individuality’ which very loosely is an over-emphasis on ourselves. Dying to self is another way to say it: work demands of us that we submit ourselves to something or someone beyond our own wants and comforts.

‘Work’ has become a sensitive subject in recent decades, a hot-button topic for those who believe a woman’s work is in the home, and those who argue a woman can do everything a man can do. Who is right?

A brief history

The concept of work, or at least our approach to work, changed with the onset of the industrial revolution. In the Middle Ages for example, much of the important work of the time took place in the home, performed or overseen by women. Women were the bakers, the weavers, brewers, distillers, preservers, and so on. Men either worked alongside the women, or they were away from home for war or business. Work was a family concern, integrating ‘home’ and ‘labour’. The arrival of factories removed industry from the home, meaning someone had to leave home to work. The result was that trade, or business, became more definitely separated from family life. Gradually, industry became the domain of men, and having a wife who didn’t need to work was a marker of success. (Dorothy Sayers. Are women human? 31-33)

We then went through a period of time when women were, as a group, thought to be suited only to home life (The Victorian period especially.) As always happens, the pendulum of opinion shifted from that position to that of erasing the lines between men and women completely, and from the work that men and women do.

I see fervent advocates for both views in the world today, and tend to believe, as Dorothy Sayers wrote, that a job should be done by the person best suited to it, which neutralizes the issue altogether. I particularly like this: “It is ridiculous to take on a man’s job just in order to be able to say that ‘a woman has done it – yah!’ The only decent reason for tackling any job is that it is your job, and you want to do it.” (Sayers. Are women human? 30)


The work itself

Certainly there are occupations that are traditionally feminine in that they address the personal rather than the abstract (teaching and nursing are two examples.) We tend to be comfortable with the idea of a woman in these fields rather than a more typically masculine line of work because these are maternal, nurturing jobs.

Is it the maternal aspect of a given job that makes it suitable work for a woman? Often yes, but not always. As Gertrud von le Fort tells us, “the professions of women are not meant to be the substitute for motherhood, but rather the application of the never failing motherliness that is in every genuine woman.” (The Eternal Woman. 80) She goes on to say that it is only when a woman betrays her maternal character that she goes wrong (her words are “have a fatal influence”). (Eternal Woman. 81)

Dorothy Sayers writes about the little girl who likes chemistry – but it doesn’t mean that every little girl should become a chemist; or the fact that most girls enjoy dolls – but that doesn’t mean that every girl will like to play with dolls. In other words, there must be room for individuality. There are certain things that are true about us because we are women… and there are other things that are true about us because we are a unique creature of God with an individual calling and the gifts to live it out. These two facts about us mean that with maturity and self-knowledge, we can be drawn to a profession with masculine traits, and transform it with our feminine gifts. (Edith Stein. Woman. 254,255)


What women contribute to the world of work

Women tend to want certain qualities in their work: they prefer it to be purposeful, humanizing, and personal, and, As Alice von Hildebrand writes, “our minds work best when animated by our hearts.” (Privilege of Being a Woman. 62)

If these qualities are lacking, she will likely find the work draining and even demeaning. Because these qualities are in keeping with her feminine heart, if the work itself doesn’t demand it of her, hopefully she can find scope to “humanize man” (Alice von Hildebrand. The Privilege of Being a Woman. 46) She can be a reminder of the need for balance: home and family as well as work. She brings her beauty, delicacy, charm, ability to relate to the personal, her creativity to the workplace. She is a reminder that not all strength is physical. Most importantly, she provides a feminine voice and a maternal heart to the public sphere.

“Woman’s intrinsic value can work in every place … completely independent of the profession which she practices … Everywhere she meets with a human being, she will find opportunity to sustain, to counsel, to help. … The motherliness must be that which does not remain within the narrow circle of blood relations or of personal friends; but in accordance with the model of the Mother of Mercy, it must have its root in universal divine love for all who are there, belabored and burdened.” (Edith Stein, Woman. 264)



The importance of discernment

Whether to work or not is just one question that needs careful and thoughtful consideration. Hopefully prayer and discernment is involved in the decision – for women with children or not, for married women or not. What field of work and the specific job also should be discerned: does it take away from higher priorities (especially family); is it morally and ethically sound; does it respect your dignity and that of others; will it enhance or diminish you as a person.

One thing to keep in mind is that ‘having it all’ is a lie. Saying yes to one choice means saying no to something else. It also isn’t possible to be always happy and fulfilled in every moment. Ask any working mother and she will tell you about the guilt she feels for leaving her children (and ask the woman providing care for those children and she will tell you of her gratitude for having a good job!) Ask a ‘stay-at-home’ mom and she will tell you about the days she longs to get out of the house. None of these scenarios is absolutely perfect or easy; we all make sacrifices.

Best advice?  Heed the wisdom of our Blessed Mother at the wedding at Cana: Do whatever He tells you to do.



“Thank you, women who work! You are present and active in every area of life-social, economic, cultural, artistic and political. In this way you make an indispensable contribution to the growth of a culture which unites reason and feeling, to a model of life ever open to the sense of "mystery", to the establishment of economic and political structures ever more worthy of humanity.”  (Letter of Pope John Paul II to women)

Babette's Feast - a movie review

July 16, 2014


I once went to a Swedish film with a friend, and when the movie started with subtitles running along the bottom she turned to me and said, “Wait. This movie is IN Swedish?” So, with that moment in mind, I will straight away tell you that this movie, Babette’s Feast, is in Danish, and Swedish, with a smattering of French – but the subtitles are in English. This isn’t a talky-talky sort of movie with lots of darting and witty conversation, so having to read the translation of what is said isn’t arduous.

Babette’s Feast won the Academy Award for Best Foreign Language Film in 1988, along with many other accolades around the world. I love this movie.  It’s a quiet, gentle film based on a short story by Karen Blixen (who also wrote Out of Africa). For all it could be considered a small movie, it finds a way to settle deep within the viewer, sinking into the quiet, reflective place in the mind where it can be brought out and pondered from time to time later.

 
Like any good story, there are poignant moments, prudent touches of humour throughout, and lines of dialogue that you realize are telling you something True. It is the story of two daughters of a Protestant minister in a very small village in Jutland, Denmark. They are beautiful and talented and kind, helping their father in his work and caring for those in need in their community. Suitors come and suitors go (discouraged by Papa), and the daughters carry on in their usual routine of good works even after their father dies. One bleak night Babette appears at their door with a letter of introduction from one of the long-ago suitors. He asks the sisters to take Babette in, as she is a refugee from Paris who has lost her family to the revolution. “She can cook,” he writes.  And so she stays with them and the years go by. She patiently allows them to teach her how to soak dried fish then boil it, and how to soak bread in ale to make some sort of soup. Oddly enough, after Babette takes over the kitchen, money goes further than before and the food tastes better – a fact gratefully appreciated by those in the community the sisters were feeding.

 
Meanwhile, grievances and squabbles are taking over the little congregation. They take to snipping at each other and rehashing old hurts. The sisters decide to host a simple celebration in honour of what would have been their father’s 100th birthday – for a little party is sure to remind them all of what he used to teach them. 


The best laid plans, however, are often derailed so that we can learn something important. Circumstances arose to allow Babette to change their plans of a simple meal with a cup of coffee to a luxurious French feast the likes of which that little group had never seen. The whole village was amazed to see the ingredients brought by special order from across the sea. The members of the congregation – a Puritan-leaning sect – agreed that in order to not be tempted by their senses they would partake of Babette’s meal but not take any notice of what they ate or drank.  Of course we know that happiness experienced through the body can bring mellowness and contentment, and that the well-being following a meal shared with family and friends encourages cordiality and charity and forgiveness and all sorts of good things.
 

The ‘Babette’s Feast’ scene is a delight on many levels: it is beautifully filmed and well acted, and perfectly simple; watching Babette prepare the meal is intriguing while the food and the set dressings are sumptuous; seeing the effect of it all on the diners is Chestertonian – I just know G.K. would have appreciated the way food and wine and conversation restored friendships, healed old hurts, and melted hearts – and it is ripe with symbolism in that the meal represents charity, love, and generosity. We understand without being told that a need within Babette was being fulfilled by being able to serve this meal to these people.


Because Babette’s Feast is a simple story well told, there is room for the viewer to take from it what they will. There is plenty of meaning to be gleaned if you look for it, or it can just be a gorgeous piece of Danish cinematography. Either way, there is grace through art, and grace aplenty in this movie. I heartily recommend it.

Are you a Feminist?

July 15, 2014



I took an online survey a few months ago called “Are you a feminist?”  I was eager to know the answer because in all honesty, I didn’t know if I was one.  I’m a 30-something married woman who strives to be ok in her own skin.  I work part time outside my home, and the rest of the time within my home (no I don’t have a business on the side, I’m a homemaker-without-kids).  I love my husband.  I’m generally not angry, and I’m a practicing Catholic (which may de facto exclude me from flying the feminist colours).   I strongly believe that mothers are profoundly and irreplaceably important to their little ones, and if that wasn’t bad enough, I sometimes wear long skirts (**gasp**) and I don’t wear bikinis. 

So I clicked on the link to the survey – which came up with this:

“Do you believe in the complete equality of men and women?” 
Yes or No.

Of course, I clicked yes and was taken to:

“Congratulations, you’re a feminist.”

 (Incidentally if you click no it takes you to a similar screen that says, “You’re not a feminist. Shame.”)

That’s it?  How disappointing!  How na├»ve.  And how utterly simplistic.  I couldn’t believe that’s all there is to it. 

As it turns out, that’s not all there is.  Webster defines feminism as the “movement for social, political and economic equality of men and women.” Feminist.com goes further.  It adds, “Feminism means women have the right to enough information to make informed choices about their lives.  And because “woman” is an all-encompassing term that includes middle-class white women, rich black lesbians and working class straight Asian women, an organic intertwining with movements for racial and economic equality, as well as gay rights, is inherent to the feminist mandate.  Some sort of allegiance between men and women is also an important component of equality.  After all, equality is a balance between the male and female with the intention of liberating the individual.” 

Wait.  What?  I was really struggling to understand what straight Asians and rich black lesbians have to do with the definition of feminism – which (according to the original survey) is simply the equality of men and women.  And that, my friends, is the problem.   Feminism has become this electrified buzzword – a word synonymous with all sorts of different movements, people, feelings, emotions, causes and historical events, some of which are even directly opposed to one another.  Here are just a few things I personally associate with feminism:

The New Age Movement
The Healthy/Crunchy/Local Food Movement
Anything Lesbian/Gay/Bisexual/Transgender
Gender confusion
Man-hating
Woman-hating
Bare-breasted, violent women attacking clergy
Rosie the Riveter
Anger
Hatred
Abortion rights
Women’s studies/rights/issues
Suffragettes
Dorothy Day
Simone de Beauvoir
Gloria Steinem

I also surveyed my friends on social media, informally asking them to put down the first thing that comes to mind when they see the word “feminism” or “feminist” and here’s what I got:

The Bechtel Test
Maya Angelou
Bra burning
Edith Stein
Alice von Hildebrand
Men being told to stop being gentlemen
Women being able to vote
Women being forced to work anywhere but in the home
Equality for women, but not for men
Bitterness
Anger
Confusion
Emptiness

Talk about confusion!  But there’s more.

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American Feminism has some historical roots in the suffrage movement – the movement that succeeded in gaining the rights for women to vote and be involved in political life.  Women like Elizabeth Cady Stanton, Lucretia Mott and Susan B. Anthony were at the helm around the turn of the century, encouraging women to begin trade unions and working tirelessly for women’s rights.   They were called First-wave feminists (according to the almighty Wiki).  Then there were Second wavers (those following in the footsteps of Simone de Beauvoir around 1960) and then Third-wave feminists who surfaced around 1990.  Each wave came about because of the perceived failures of the previous wave.  Then there are various offshoots of each wave.  There is Standpoint Feminism (which asserts that the movement should address specific global issues like female genital mutilation or rape and incest) and Post-feminists who have irreconcilable differences with both second and third wavers.  There is also a group who call themselves New Wave Feminists who ascribe to certain feminist ideals (whatever they might be) but intend to reclaim the feminist label “from those who have corrupted it” and identify with the pro-life movement.  To further complicate matters there are countless other political, materialist, black and postcolonial, social constructionist and cultural ideologies and movements that can overlap with one or all of the waves.   We also can’t forget about the other named facets of feminism out there (according to the University of Alabama website):  Liberal Feminism, Radical Feminism, Marxist and Socialist Feminism, Cultural Feminism and Eco-Feminism – and I’m sure there’s a whole heck of a lot more.  I won’t bother explaining what all those factions are about because a) I don’t really know and b) it would take a doctorate in women’s studies to find out.  And does it actually matter?  Can’t we just agree that it’s all a gloppy quagmire of Mississippi mud - this “feminist” thing – and leave it at that? 


A few months ago I heard Fr Denis Lemieux speak about human beings and their relationship to technology and his main point, the one that he drove home over and over again wasn’t “don’t use it” but rather we must THINK about what we’re doing.  “Don’t let technology take you anywhere you don’t want to go.  Know who you are and what your life is about.  Think and be free.”  I think the same concept applies here.  If you want to identify yourself as a feminist, do so, but think about what you believe, and know what you mean when you say it.  Words are important.  They mean something and we shouldn’t just throw them around like they don’t, most especially when using cultural buzzwords like ‘feminist’.   The danger is publicly claiming association with a group that might idealize values and morals that don’t jive with your own core beliefs.   We have to ask ourselves if we can really say that we’re feminists and Catholics?  What does that even mean? 

Even after my preliminary foray into it, I’m still unsure of what it means to be a feminist, or whether Catholicism and feminism can jive together on some level.  I’m inclined to think that I, personally, am not one.  If I had to identify with one of the feminist ideologies, I would have to say I agree most with the philosophies and goals of the New Wavers or the First Wave Feminists, but even then it seems as if some of the women who could be considered first wavers - like Margaret Sanger - held views which I think are abhorrent.  Don’t get me wrong, I am utterly grateful for the rights and freedoms that Feminism has brought about for women; the right to vote and hold public office, legal rights and freedoms (like the right to be considered a separate entity from ones’ husband or the right to inherit), the right to pay equity and many others.   As with most movements and causes, there are, contained within the philosophy and rhetoric of feminism, nuggets of truth, beauty and goodness that I believe are still worth fighting for.  I strongly believe in the sacredness of every human life, that men and women are equal in dignity and stature and that the basic rights of all men and women should be fiercely guarded and some of these banners are taken up in the name of feminism.  Yet I can’t ignore the package that feminism sometimes wraps around those truths – the man-hating, the gender-bending, the bitterness, violence, confusion and anger and everything in between.  I can’t condone all that and since the packaging is often what I see when I come face to face with feminism, I doubt that I am one.

I am however a Catholic, which is sort of like being a feminist but without all the man-hating and clergy-assault.  Maybe I could call myself a catho-nist or a fem-olic, but I'd still have to explain what that means and what I stand for.  Or I have a better idea.  maybe I'll just call myself Sarah and leave it at that.    

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