How my dad made me the feminist I am
Despite all the news of daughters making dads liberal and/or feminist, I freely admit that my dad was key to my development as a feminist.
It's ironic because he's such an old school Mexican man. He grew up in Mexico and immigrated here when he was a teen. He didn't think it was proper for me to hang out with my friends who were boys when I had a boyfriend. He's actually pretty conservative and I think became more so after I moved out of the house.
But what my dad did for me is teach me about sports. Anonymous asked why liking sports is a feminist trait...It's not, but it was a conduit for feminism for me.
It went like this -- My dad taught me the games of baseball and football. He taught me the rules, mostly of baseball, and how to play. When you're in grade school, a lot of street cred happens on the ball field. Back when we still played dodgeball, either against a team or against a wall, and teams were picked by your fellow classmate, being a girl who could throw and hit was valuable currency. I took pleasure, an understatement, in beating the boys at just about anything. Once I blocked a guy in football and he fell flat on his back. This was just after he huffed about being blocked by a girl. Hmph!
I took the ability to play just as hard and good as the boys into the classroom. The love of competition I learned on the field played out in math class too.
So while it isn't a direct "liking sports = feminist" story, my dad's teaching me of sports, gave me the confidence that I needed to be the feminist I was at 7 and the one I am today.
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