Sunday, September 19, 2010

Feminism & Motherhood: Incompatible Ideologies

I am convinced that feminism is an incomplete and nonsensical ideology, particularly how it is represented by one of its champions, Alice Walker.

A revealing testimony by the daughter of Alice Walker about the deleterious effects of feminism was published two years ago. You can read the full article here. You will see that while Alice Walker was functionally both mother and feminist, in practice she was really just sister and feminist. She forsook her mothering responsibilities to spread the gospel of feminism. You can't be both mother and feminist. You will hate your children if you subscribe to feminism.

To tempt you to read the article, I have listed below some excerpts that I found to be particularly compelling, and I couldn't resist commenting, too. :)


"Feminism has much to answer for denigrating men and encouraging women to seek independence whatever the cost to their families."
While women were surely looked upon with inferiority and even as chattel, the response of feminism to belittle men was, at best, childish. Though feminism seemed to espouse equality of sexes--however failed that philosophy--its methods often involved just trying to cast men in a unfavorable, lesser-than-human light.
"Ironically, my mother regards herself as a hugely maternal woman. Believing that women are suppressed, she has campaigned for their rights around the world and set up organisations to aid women abandoned in Africa  -  offering herself up as a mother figure." 
The author intimates how her mother believed children to be shackles around their mother's feet and yet, she abandoned her own child to pursue a maternal role to others? Talk about a serious lapse in philosophy. Besides, if every woman adopted her mentality and in their freedom to control their own bodies, had sex when they wanted and aborted the life that resulted....the human race would cease to exist. In effect, there would be no women to do all those things Alice Walker was supposedly fighting for....

"When I was beaten up at school  -  accused of being a snob because I had lighter skin than my black classmates  -  I always told my mother that everything was fine, that I had won the fight. I didn't want to worry her. But the truth was I was very lonely and, with my mother's knowledge, started having sex at 13. I guess it was a relief for my mother as it meant I was less demanding. And she felt that being sexually active was empowering for me because it meant I was in control of my body."

First of all, who in the world thinks a thirteen year needs to be  sexually active?!?! Shame on Alice Walker for leaving her child vulnerable to such damaging effects.  She was totally blinded by the lies of feminism that all reasonableness had left her. I know very few adult women who have actually felt more empowered in being sexually free. Instead of empowered, they are brokenhearted, bitter, and have an insatiable desire to be loved in a monogamous relationship. That just sounds desperate to me--the very opposite of empowered.
"I know many women are shocked by my views. They expect the daughter of Alice Walker to deliver a very different message. Yes, feminism has undoubtedly given women opportunities. It's helped open the doors for us at schools, universities and in the workplace. But what about the problems it's caused for my contemporaries?"

Yes, the opportunities afforded women by the actions of feminist are many. However, they came at great costs paid by their daughters and sons.

"Feminism has betrayed an entire generation of women into childlessness. It is devastating. "

Countless women are turning to invasive and expensive methods to achieve a pregnancy they avoided while pursuing their independence. The tears of these women could fill oceans. Many, not all, owe their despair to the efforts of feminism.


I am guilty myself of harboring feminist ideas. How could not? It has subtly seeped into everything we read, watch, tell each other. As a happy mother of three children, two-thirds of which are daughters I don't desire to impart feminism to them. That will take intentional mothering and that is empowering and challenging. How they turn out will change the world.

Sunday, September 12, 2010

My New Home Sweet Home

Previously on Let All the Earth blog, we announced that Trey and would be finding new blog homes. We both have beefs with this world that we desire to proclaim to an electronic and global audience. We want to be actively involved in changing this world. Additionally, I am starting my own home business making deliciously natural body care products. I am in the process of creating a website solely for my new business but in the meantime, I am taking over Let All the Earth. That's right, starting today, this is my new blog home, Commonsensical Kyrie.

Here, I hope to sort through some issues I am passionate about--building awareness and sharing information, learning from my readers, please! I had a hard time narrowing my focus--so just expect to hear from me about all things that make sense, to me, at least. Like ADULTS (as opposed to children) working freely and fairly. Like eating food that is real, tasty, and promotes not deteriorates health. Like loving and living for the One who created me. Just to name a few.

So, welcome, and please, come back often!

Sunday, August 1, 2010

We're moving

To go with our recent geographical move, both Kyrsten and I will be moving to new web homes as well. She is looking to start her own sugar scrub business and so look for that update soon.

I have found my home at

Stay up to date with my goings-on there or via twitter: socraticdenver

Wednesday, April 28, 2010

My law school manifesto (that utterly failed to impress)

I thought that the following piece of writing might help push my application over the edge with a couple of my higher ranked law schools. Such was not the case. Nevertheless, for those who may be interested in my law school aspirations, here it is, in all of its (lacking) glory. Buen provecho.

“Liberal Arts Majors: most people do more before 8AM than we do all day.” My fellow philosophical aspirants and I at Texas A&M University embraced our rebel-slacker status at a predominantly engineering-focused school in a typically career-focused time of life. Some did this by wearing shirts sporting the above slogan, while others simply wore a shade of self-mockery and cynicism on their sleeve. The obvious insinuation for any who choose to major in philosophy by all of their friends and family is three-fold: 1) they must prefer the company of uninteresting tomes to that of people 2) they have no plan on producing anything in life besides a garbled “would you like fries with that?” and 3) they hope to make enough from delivering the above line to enable them to sleep late, drink coffee regularly, and support their love of books and nicotine. While I am sympathetic to this perspective, I chose philosophy out of a desire to be intentional with how I lived my life without yet knowing where that would take me professionally.

Thus I spent my undergraduate days studying Greeks and Germans while also beginning, slowly, to engage in conversations with such a spectrum of people that I began to understand and respect people who had widely different perspectives than my own. Upon graduation I began looking for a way to synthesize my intellectual interests with a growing desire to be involved in the world; this led me both to and away from theological study at the graduate level. While in seminary, I had married and begun a family which has now grown to include three children. Finding myself with an increasing level of responsibility, I decided to temporarily suspend my search for international work and take a job as humanities teacher at a college preparatory high school.

Looking back upon my undergraduate days and my current vocation, I believe that the study of philosophy matters because it develops the ability to think critically, to build an argument based upon sound reasoning, and to demonstrate the power and value of ideas aside from their culturally assigned monetary value. It is this mind-set that prompts the questions: “what makes a society just” and "how do we work towards a more just world?" In the classroom, I have thus attempted to train my students to see the cultural progression apparent in the art of Masaccio, Van Gogh, and Pollock; forced them to wrestle with the ideas put forward by writers such as Boethius, Paine, and Dostoevsky; and through it all have tried to instill the love of truth, as well as the ability to make incisive analysis and articulate arguments.

Outside of the classroom, I have been personally confronted with the difficult questions concerning social justice and the responsibility of the community as I have had occasion to befriend the homeless in the different cities where I have lived. Spending a summer working with a Muslim family from Russia that had come to the United States as refugees opened my eyes to the very real problems of discrimination and persecution while developing an appreciation for the complexities behind immigration and assimilation. I have had the opportunity to travel to western Europe on several occasions and witness the intermingling of cultures, particularly in cosmopolitan cities such as London, Amsterdam, and Paris. I have read about the development of the European Union, the opening of national borders to foster more efficient and profitable trade, and the E.U.'s place as an international arbiter of power. I am fascinated by the interaction of different cultures, the development of transnational entities, and the new opportunities that will be present as a result in the future. Besides the language classes I have taken in Spanish, Arabic, and Latin, I have dabbled in German, French, and Russian independently because of my personal drive to interact with and learn from those whose understanding of the world differs from mine. At the same time, I have read histories and journalistic accounts of atrocities being committed such as genocide, the enslavement of children as soldiers and prostitutes, and the brutal protection of business interests at the expense of the poor. I am horrified by this and at the prospect for many of these conditions to worsen as the above-mentioned trends continue.

I do not have a messianic complex regarding my role in these affairs, but I believe that the rule of law provides an invaluable access point to be involved in a significant way. I want to enter the fray. My desire is to study the law, to learn how it works, to grow in my ability to think critically and reason effectively, and to use that education for those who lack an advocate as our world becomes more interconnected and their cries become more difficult to hear. As a father, I long for my children to see the beautiful complexity of our world and the very real need to engage in work of a rigorous nature as public servants, advocates, and leaders. This is the direction that I want my life to take. This is the example that I want to set before them.

Friday, April 9, 2010

Murderous thoughts or righteous indignation?

It's not earth shattering news.

It happens. Probably with some regularity.

But, it brings this non-confrontational, do almost anything to keep the peace, docile spirit of mine to tearful, murderous, eye-twitching anger. I will probably dream later, like I always do, that I am beating the perpetrator to a pulp.

No, I don't often have dreams where I beat someone up but I do often "give it" to people in a way I would never do in real life. It's like my psyche takes care of that release of frustration in the crazy, intense, virtual reality that are our dreams.

It is the consistent, blatant, horrific abuse and theft of childhood, especially of young girls that evokes said reaction out of me.

Read this.

See what I mean?

Now, which is it? Am I thinking murderous thoughts that I need to repent of or am I righteously angry? Like, in a "In your anger, do not sin" kind of way?

Unfortunately, probably some mingling of the two.

Vent concluded. Thanks for listening.

Thursday, January 21, 2010

Thanks for listening

I am here to report great news, everyone. My little memo to the blogosphere has been heard. (insert a standing ovation to those teachable hearts...)

Today was errand day.

I had to go to Target to return something. I had to stop by our previous pediatrician's office and request they "release" my kids medical records. I needed to go to the dum dum duuuuuummmm....Grocery store (scream like you've just seen Godzilla!) And, to add insult to injury, we'll just say there was derision amongst the four of us. Mommy was nearly at the breaking point and yet was exposing all of us to prime conditions for patience-testing behavior.

Then, something miraculous occurred. Or, I should say, several miraculous occurrences followed.

The customer service lady at Target drooled over Natalie in her little papoose and eagerly gave stickers to the grabby little hands whose little voices were demanding and forgetting to say please.

After deciding (rightfully) that I should NOT leave the kids in the car while I ran into the doctor's office to take care of the paperwork, we arrived to a locked door. They were all at lunch. No wonder doctor's are always behind. Tsk, tsk. But, then.....serendipity! The doctor's husband shows up and works magic. He gets me inside. The nurse is friendly and understanding. She gets that I'm handicapped--three kids and two hands.

Side note: What a shame mothers don't grow extra arms for all the kids they have, then the "hands full" comment would be totally eliminated! Even better to be like Elasti-girl from The there's my superhero dream power!

And, finally, it must have been declared an official Just Say No day to the "You've Got Your Hands Full" comments at HEB because I didn't hear it once. Instead, one lady told me my family was beautiful--even after Meira kept (as in more than once, twice, thrice...) pointing at and mentioning her gold front tooth. That nearly made me cry right in the middle of the produce section. Another lady told me, "Don't apologize. I think it's great" after I said sorry for blocking her exit from her car while I unloaded each kid and struggled to get Natty situated in the papoose. Blessedly shocking, I know.

God is merciful. His hand of grace marks every aspect of our lives. I am deeply thankful for that truth. Even on days when all I hear is "You've got your hands full!!!"

Sunday, January 17, 2010

National Slavery Human Trafficking Prevention Month

South Africa's New Slave Trade and the Campaign to Stop It (thanks Constance for the article link)

January is National Slavery & Human Trafficking Prevention month. Be informed. Slavery is not an issue of the past but a ubiquitous and horrific reality TODAY. And it's not just a problem of third-world, war torn Africa. Pick a country, any country, and I guarantee you will find humans being bought and sold!

It's easy to feel hopeless in the face of such wickedness. It's easy to get caught up in our own daily disasters. If you heart is moved by this information, then please take the next step. Do some reading. Visit some of the websites below and take action.

Some books we've read:
A Crime So Monstrous by Benjamin Skinner
Just Courage by Gary Haugen (founder of IJM)
Good News about Injustice by Gary Haugen
Terrify No More by Gary Haugen

Here's are the websites to organizations that are in the business of seeing an end to modern-day slavery and can empower you to take action.

Psalm 10

Why, O LORD, do you stand far away? Why do you hide yourself in times of trouble?

In arrogance the wicked hotly pursue the poor; let them be caught in the schemes that they have devised.

For the wicked boasts of the desires of his soul,
and the one greedy for gain curses and renounces the LORD.

In the pride of his face the wicked does not seek Him;
all his thoughts are, "There is no God."

His ways prosper at all times;
Your judgments are on high, out of his sight;
as for all his foes, he puffs at them.

He says in his heart, "I shall not be moved;
throughout all generations I shall not meet adversity."

His mouth is filled with cursing and deceit and oppression;
under his tongue are mischief and iniquity.

He sits in ambush in the villages;
in hiding places he murders the innocent.

His eyes stealthily watch for the helpless;

he lurks in ambush like a lion in his thicket; he lurks that he may seize the poor; he seizes the poor when he draws him into his net.

The helpless are crushed, sink down, and fall by his might.

He says in his heart, "God has forgotten,
he has hidden his face, he will never see it."

Arise, O LORD; O God, lift up Your hand;
forget not the afflicted.

Why does the wicked renounce God
and say in his heart, "You will not call to account"?

But You do see, for You note mischief and vexation,
that You may take it into your hands;
to You the helpless commits himself;
You have been the helper of the fatherless.

Break the arm of the wicked and evildoer;
call his wickedness to account till You find none.

The LORD is King forever and ever;
the nations perish from His land.

O LORD, You hear the desire of the afflicted;
You will strengthen their heart;
You will incline your ear to do justice to the fatherless and the oppressed,
so that man who is of the earth may strike terror no more.

Sunday, January 3, 2010

Those stinkin' New Year's Resolutions

I recently had the oil changed in my car. My uber-friendly service man asked me with twinkle in his eye and sparkle in his smile if I had any New Year's Resolutions. I replied, "Uh, no." Then, I thought to myself "I kind of stopped making those after high school and after so many, well, failures."

However, truth be told, there's just something about the advent of a new year that gives all your unmet ambitions a little bit of jump start. Maybe it's the cool temperatures. Maybe it's all those subliminal or not so subliminal messages on the radio, TV, even Facebook. It's probably psychological as well as cultural. Whatever the explanation, the phenomenon exists. Can you really say you don't feel it too??

I will admit it. That freshness in the January air invigorates me. I normally like to make to-do lists and the past few days (thanks to this New Year Phenomena) my mind has just been spinning; brewing up all kinds of new things to try or re-try and I am writing them down, making lists.

So, just to shake things up a bit and be like my husband (keeping everyone guessing--he hates being put in a box), I've come up with a bunch and filtered it down to a few of those elusive resolutions for this year:

Ta daa!

1. Actually write in those three journals I bought over 6 months ago. The idea was to record those precious, fleeting moments of my sweet children's every day life as well as my prayers for them--one book per kid. What treasure it will be someday, I thought!

2. Read the entire Bible in one year along with my cute hubby. We've got a plan, thanks to our friends at Park Church in Denver, and bookmarks, and so far we are right on track.

3. Brush my teeth TWICE a day. I know, I know. Here's to better dental hygiene in 2010.

4. Learn to sew. I am finally moving beyond sewing a button on a shirt. Hopefully.

5. Work out regularly, for the sake of my spinal health. Cliche, I know, but still valid.

I think that's plenty. Five is a good, manageable number.

I'll let you know how the whole brushing the teeth thingy goes. On second thought, maybe I won't. That could be embarrassing.