Am I a feminist?
If I earnt a lot of money, and I was in a relationship with someone whom I loved very dearly and they loved me and we agreed to be life partners in some kind of ritualised ceremony in which I’d wear an awesome big dress, would I be happy to support him if he wanted to quit his or her job to become a rock star? If I really loved him or her, and they already showed some promise, and if they agreed to do the washing up, then probably.
What if I was in a relationship with someone who earnt a lot of money and we loved each other and agreed to tie the knot and I’d get an even awesomer dress. Would I be happy to quit my job so that they can support me financially while I take over the world with my incredible music (providing I did the washing up, of course)? Definitely. Who wouldn’t?
What if I was in a loving relationship with someone whose career was so important to him (or her) that they needed me to stay at home and keep things running? I’d have to bear children, hoover up, mend curtains, have dinner on the table by 7, organise his or her social life and all the other things that domestic goddesses do.
Surely the whole point of feminism is that it’s our right to choose?