First things first...

So this is it, I've finally got here! Though if somebody told me that I would be starting my blog whilst on maternity leave with my 11 week old daughter happily snoozing away in the corner, well, I would have helped to escort you to the nearest psych ward.

Loose plans, a litany of names and concepts, and a half hearted attempt at wordsmith have led me here. Originally, I wanted an outlet for my observations on politics and current events (and I still plan to do a lot of venting along those lines), but as the mysterious 'they' say, life is what happens while you're busy making plans.

Somewhere along the way, I tripped and fell into a fairytale of sorts. Not a perfect disney-esque one, but not a Grimm's tale either. Just a happy little story of a boy and a girl, a wedding, and a baby. Oh, and a Labrador. Wow, plenty of blogging joy to be had there!

But for now, a quick explanation of the title I've chosen here. 

Feminism gets a pretty bad rap in mainstream media these days. Most women only utter the word in a derogatory tone, accompanied by the obligatory eye-roll. It's the Germaine Syndrome. People have simply had their fill of bra-less, crazy-haired and aggressive women, screaming to the world about inequality. 

Feminism needs a facelift. A modern re-touching. It needs to be more about equal pay for equal work. Supporting our sisters in their quest for same-sex marriage. Taking the 'taboo' out of discussing domestic violence and sexual assault. And for God's sake, kicking the crap out of anybody who tells a 'make me a sandwich' joke.

And as for me, I'm at a cross roads. Stuck between my feminist beliefs, and the life that I'm now living. I'm a housewife. My husband works all day and brings home the paycheck. I stay at home, cooking, cleaning and caring for our child. I'm not the kick-ass career woman that so many of my friends are. I'm not even the uber-cool single gal, living and partying it up, giving conventionalism the finger. 

I'm living the life that I should hate. And alot of the time, I do feel uncomfortable about it. But not uncomfortable because I'm living it; I'm uncomfortable because I enjoy it so damn much.

I shake my head in disbelief as I feel a wave of pride as I look around my clean house. When I prepare a meal for my family. As I finish hanging our wedding photos in a perfect frame.

How on earth can I reconcile this? This happiness for the 1950's monotony that feminism ousted to create a Brave New World for women?

Time will tell as I plan to make sense of my inner commentary concerning this. So prepare for an almost "Stream of Consciousness" approach.

Oh, and the Labrador... prepare for lots of stories about the Labrador.