Fat is a feminist issue « Raising My Boychick

Eat or die

That, of course, is the first rule of nutrition. And there are no other rules.

I just read this fabulous post over at Spilt Milk: Let us eat cake, and in the comments, in my own rambling, I had something of a revelation, immediately followed by a reality check:

I said that the Boychick never “doesn’t like” [...]

NPFP Guest Post: It’s Never Simple

Welcome to RMB’s Naked Pictures of Faceless People, a series of guest posts from diverse anonymous bloggers. (Read more about NPFP’s origins.) These are the posts that are jumping to get out of us, but for whatever reason — safety, embarrassment, conflict of interest, protection of loved ones’ reputations or feelings, or so on [...]

But how do they all fit?

Around here, we do — or aim for — intuitive eating for the whole family. We started with breastfeeding on cue; we did self-feeding (also called baby-led weaning, with the British definition for “wean”: to introduce anything other than milk) with the Boychick since he first had solids at 7mo, eating the same food we [...]

Shame on shame: fat acceptance, fatphobia, and fitness

One common refrain of critics of fat acceptance (and the closely related philosophy of Health At Every Size) is that it discourages “getting healthy”, and encourages people to sit on their duff and scarf donuts (possibly of the baby-flavored variety) all day. According to this line of thinking, accepting fatness encourages fatness; without the prodding [...]

WFPP Guest Post: Running as Feminist Pursuit

Today’s entry to the Womanist/Feminist Parenting Primer comes from a dear friend and occasional reader (if not regular commenter, *ahem*), Courtney Wilder, PhD.

This is a long entry, but well worth it. In it, Courtney first explores the ways that running serves to reify patriarchal gender norms. She then places it in an historically misogynistic context [...]

Blast from the past: I saw my breasts

This is a piece I wrote a long time ago. It actually helped me earn a $48,000 scholarship (to a college I didn’t end up attending, unfortunately). I was reminded of it recently by this post at Shapely Prose, and then I read this at Kim Writes and thought that is what this little piece [...]

The blogger revealed

I know there haven’t been any photos of me on here, nor do I have so much as a profile picture (even though there have been pictures of the Boychick galore, and even of The Man). But it’s not some conspiracy, not a deliberate choice for some misplaced reason of delusions of modesty or anonymity/pseudonymity [...]

Now that I’m caught up in Google Reader…

(and yes, it was largely thanks to liberal use of the “Mark all read” button)

…I have some links I want to share. I’m only sorry I didn’t share them sooner.

First (well, most recently, because I’m working backward in my Reader Starred folder), PhD in Parenting wrote Feminism, fathers, and valuing parenting:
We need to push [...]

…oh yes, and I’m bleeding

Extra-long cycle this time, which if I weren’t charting would likely have scared the beejeebuz out of us, but as it is was just a wee bit irritating. Although I’m still not positive I ovulated, because charting for the past week or so — surprise! — has been a little bit off.

But regardless, here [...]

On fat

This has been sitting in my draft queue for over a week. I don’t know why I didn’t just publish it then; I think I forgot about it, or thought it needed more clean up than it did (I only tweaked a couple tiny things; no, it’s not perfect, but I’m posting it anyway, [...]

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