It was the Purdue Review.
For those of you who aren't Purdue students, let me explain. We have a sane, balanced, and fairly well done student newspaper called the Exponent. If the Exponent is Purdue's journalistic Superman, the Purdue Review is Bizarro. It's a extraordinarily conservative student newspaper that seems to take all of its ideology from Glenn Beck, Fox News, and teabaggers. Yeah, we're talking about some good stuff, here.
It's only printed a couple of times a semester (thankfully). To make it worse, one of my ex-boyfriends is on their staff, but that's a totally different story. If I'm in for a good rage, I'll grab a copy - but most of the time I ignore it to keep my own sanity. But now it was being thrust into my hands, and I couldn't ignore the title: POL 222: Women, Politics & Public Policy.
The Purdue Review was going to tackle feminism? You know I'm too much of a masochist to ignore that.
It's such a pile of crap that it's not worth picking apart: just go read it or Mike's critique, since he actually took that class. It's just some conservative student whining about how political science classes are so liberal and us liberals push feminism on everyone. He tries to make these arguments okay by asserting he's totally against husbands abusing their wives. What a stand up guy. I mean, how can you not like a guy who thinks this?
It need not be said that the points raised in the class are incongruent with traditional conservativism. The role of the mother has always been to take care of her family and maintain the household. Even in nature, the young need to be with the mother for a certain amount of time before they can go about on their own.Dear Tyler Martin, if someone ever invents a time machine, I will pay out of my pocket for you and all of your conservative friends to zoom back to 1900, so you won't have to worry about us wandering out of the kitchen or depriving you of our baby making machinery.
Anyway, after reading that annoyance, I had to go get some more change for the Darwin Day sale. As I was passing through the Stewart Center heading towards the bank, there were a bunch of tables set up for Valentine's Day: Roses for sale, singing telegrams, creative writing majors selling love poetry (loved that idea). I was kind of oblivious, but someone stuffed a piece of paper in my hand.
"Happy Valentine's Day!"
"You too," I mumbled, continuing to walk by. I peered down at the paper in my hand and stopped dead in my tracks.FEMINISTS?!?!
I literally walked backwards a couple steps to the table.
"There's a feminist group at Purdue?! When did this happen?!" I asked the young lady who had handed me the valentine.
"Recently. Hey, you're Jen, right? From the Non-Theists? I know you, but you don't know me, because I don't really come to actual meetings. Sorry if that's kind of weird." Oddly enough, this happens so frequently that it's no longer weird to me.But I seriously can't explain how excited I was. During my freshman year I was a member of Purdue's chapter of the National Organization for Women. We did lots of awesome events, my favorite being Sex on the Mall, a giant sex ed fair on Memorial Mall. The group fell apart when the president graduated, and I've been severely lacking in my feminism ever since.
Am I going to have time to go to meeting for a new club in the final months before I graduate? Maybe, but probably not. But the mere presence of this club means so much to me, especially after reading some anti-feminist bullshit. It was serendipitous. To see seven awesome looking ladies happily passing out sex ed information and condoms as valentines totally made my day. Oh, and apparently they liked my feminist glee so much that they gave me another valentine. Woo, double the fun.
So keep up the awesome work, Feminist Action Coalition for Today! Purdue needs your voice on campus. (Though hurry up and get a website so I easily send oodles of people your way!)