My Feminist Campaign

Warning: I will be discussing certain reproductive organs in this post. Determine now whether you want to read on! Seriously.

These thoughts were triggered by the Wolf Book, with the mention of ovaries as a source of strength in women. I never put much thought into my ovaries, or anyone's ovaries really, except that freaky story from high school anatomy about a doctor discovering teeth and hair in a patient's ovaries. That's weird. Sorry I repeated it. Anyway, it got me thinking about how everyone talks about bravery in terms of balls: That was ballsy, He's got balls, Grow a pair, etc. And yes, it takes some daring to let it all hang out there, vulnerable to the unknown. But what about that hidden, life-giving fortitude within women? The mysterious place inside that contains the very cycle of life and death, following cues from the moon and releasing power from its reserves when the time is right! We may be the "weaker sex" when it comes to an arm wrestling match, but we've got strength and wisdom and intuition deep inside our bellies. So, friends, I wonder if you will help me change the way people talk about courage, not necessarily replacing the current metaphor, but at least bringing this feminine image to its proper place of recognition. Join me! That is, if you've got the ovaries; and if you don't, you might consider growing a pair.