tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5173950.post4969985298265811438..comments2024-03-28T16:58:17.705-04:00Comments on Grim's Hall: Post-feminismGrimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07543082562999855432noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5173950.post-32871792068865861992013-03-02T11:06:16.476-05:002013-03-02T11:06:16.476-05:00What a wonderful piece, T99. Your mother's lif...What a wonderful piece, T99. Your mother's life was far too short but she was lucky in her husband, her children, and her work.<br /><br />If I may return to your opening and closing for a moment, I believe that scorning to paint oneself as a victim is one of the hallmarks of a true feminist. Your mother seems to have enjoyed to the hilt all the gifts that God or nature gave her, to have made full use of them, and to have faced adversity with courage. What could be more admirable in a woman - or a man?Elisehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06594477709835944165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5173950.post-61149772582860644322013-03-01T15:46:50.239-05:002013-03-01T15:46:50.239-05:00Oh Grim, I empathize completely. I love my mother...Oh Grim, I empathize completely. I love my mother to pieces, but I can't live with her. She and I are too alike. We joke that if she needs to move in with any of us kids in her dotage, it would have to be my sister, because the only daughter-in-law who can tell her no is my wife, and my Bride says she'd need me to be dead or divorced from her before my mother could move in. :)MikeDhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08116809134355184859noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5173950.post-3877185366527210822013-03-01T14:42:31.887-05:002013-03-01T14:42:31.887-05:00Since you have posted this tribute to your mother,...Since you have posted this tribute to your mother, I wonder if I might say a word about mine. My mother is still alive, and quite formidable. Her birthday is this weekend, in fact. I've been trying to think of what to do for her, but so far I haven't quite come up with the right thing. <br /><br />She's quite a woman herself, and I'm proud of her. It is sometimes hard for me to express, though, because her sternness in ordering her world according to her will has kept us apart. But I know it is only her way, a rigor without which she would be lost. She and I find it difficult to be together because I won't submit to being ordered by someone else -- no more than she will. <br /><br />It is somewhat like the way that a female grizzly bear will raise her cubs for a year or two, and then must drive them off her mountain entirely. They are too fierce to share territory. Yet I know that in spite of this she loves me, and I love her too. It's just how it is, given our natures.Grimhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07543082562999855432noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5173950.post-45599761390135078412013-03-01T13:03:07.837-05:002013-03-01T13:03:07.837-05:00How sweet a thought! But she could not have relie...How sweet a thought! But she could not have relied on much more than a general conviction of my fabulous potential, since I had not achieved more than the average two-year-old when she was forced to leave us untimely. I imagine she had the usual maternal preference, though! I've often wondered what it would be like to meet her.Texan99https://www.blogger.com/profile/10479561573903660086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5173950.post-63309022716958795622013-03-01T12:46:04.175-05:002013-03-01T12:46:04.175-05:00What a lovely tribute, Tex. I like to think that y...What a lovely tribute, Tex. I like to think that your mother knows what a fine daughter she left the world.<br /><br />And now I have to go. I'm sitting in my 7th floor office with my eyes brimming with big, fat sloppy tears.<br /><br />But they are good tears. Thank you for sharing this.Cassnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5173950.post-48627782758545186512013-03-01T12:30:53.356-05:002013-03-01T12:30:53.356-05:00Tolkien makes the point, at the end of his essay &...Tolkien makes the point, at the end of his essay "The Monsters and the Critics," that the heroic life involves struggling against what you are here calling "headwinds," and that even the hero falls before the dragon at last. Beowulf is a mythic standard for the best we can do in this world. To struggle in the manner of a hero, until the dragon finally overcomes you, is as far from being a victim as it is possible for us to get.Grimhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07543082562999855432noreply@blogger.com