Guest post by blue milk (who knew there was so much to say on feminist motherhood?).
I don’t usually read Janet Albrechtsen because I don’t find her relevant, but today I did and now I’m inflicting her on you. Sorry.
I am a blogger, so I do tend to take some of my own experiences and run with them, making the odd grand generalisation in the process I’m sure, but: Ms Albrechtsen’s daughters read a Nancy Drew book and she decides we have a girl revolution on our hands?! This being Albrechtsen’s house any girl revolution going on must be at odds with feminism.
While I was reading about the pretty detective girl who respected authority and charmed criminals with a slice of homemade cake, old-style feminists revelled in being ugly and hopeless in the kitchen. Front-line feminist warriors would have despised the somewhat prissy and ever so polite Nancy Drew. Yet girls like me knew feminism was also, unashamedly, about being feminine. Nancy Drew, with her courage and courtesy, resonated in a way that men-hating feminists never did.
Fast-forward and a new generation of feminists, still peddling old agendas, would be equally horrified by young girls reading Nancy Drew, just as they would get hung up about the emergence of sassy, blonde, party girl Paris.
“Horrified by young girls reading Nancy Drew” – who are all these feminists up in arms about Nancy Drew? I thought Nancy Drew was one of ours. Ms Albrechtsen wants a little controversy for her article about a children’s movie but really, I think us ugly, man-hating feminists might have some bigger fish than Nancy Drew to fry, that’s if we could cook.