In case you missed it, with all of the silly banners and things, I'm Patricia Parker. Essentially, I'm from the metro area (I've lived in Clermont for seventeen years and currently commute), but I was born in San Jose, California. I'm a junior in the Interdisciplinary Studies program with a Women's Studies track currently, and a second concentration in Letters and Modern Languages, though I'm hoping for Women's Studies to become an actual major before I get too close to graduating, as I would also like to minor in European Studies.
The study of gender politics and issues has been central to my education for as long as I can remember. I was a bit of a gender bender, traditionally speaking, in elementary and middle school. I always had very short hair and was a bit boyish, though not in the least bit athletic, and I didn't mind at all the corresponding ostracism that it always seemed to bring me. I was preternaturally self-assured, which I credit to my mother's need to stress the incredible importance of self acceptance from a very early age. In high school and college, all of my papers relating to "issues" usually linked themselves to my abhorrence for homophobia and gender inequity. I read Susan Brownmiller, Margaret Atwood, Susan Sontag, Inga Muscio, on and on, and I was obsessed. Though I was planning to major in English Literature, I knew, on a personal level, that gender politics would always come before my love of Walt Whitman, T.S. Eliot, Kant, Goethe, and the like, so here we are.
I had been aware of my peers trying to push me into constructed gender roles, but I was privileged enough to have progressive parents who did just the opposite, letting me dig around in the dirt wearing overalls practically from the time I could walk. The idea that other people weren't afforded this opportunity, to live outside of culturally constructed gender roles, was extremely bothersome to me, although I didn't really consider the consequences concerning deviation from traditional masculine gender roles until I met my boyfriend. His influence, as he is frankly often more sensitive than I am and has suffered the consequences from his peers not being receptive to this perceived "softness," has led me to view gender-based social constructs as detrimental by both tokens.
At this point in my life, I view a lot of my choices concerning my gender and sexuality to be progressive on a very personal level. My comfort zone has become much more traditionally feminine (i.e. I will always prefer wearing a dress over pants, and I have become incredibly domestic, to the point where I plan to procure a second bachelor's in Culinary Arts after I finish at UCF), and I feel incredibly privileged to be able to make these choices on my own, rather than being forced into a compulsory domestic situation. I know I owe that to feminism. Additionally, I don't view any of my opinions as defined by or tied to my gender, and I think I can credit that to the advances of the women's movement as well. I am a (cis) woman, but unlike Simone de Beavoir and the women of her age, I believe I am offered the luxury not to be defined by this, although perhaps saying so is youthful idealism.
As for what I want to learn about Women's Studies, I hope to be a sponge in all of my classes (I'm taking Intro, Third Wave Feminisms, Theories of Masculinity, and Professor Tweed's Research in Women and Gender, and I'm sure there will be a lot of overlap). Because I've already read a lot of theory on my own time (currently reading The Feminine Mystique to brush up on my second wave history/theory) and know the history pretty well, I expect to learn more in the service learning component of this class, as I'm a bit lazy and activism is a challenging idea for me, truthfully. I guess time will tell, but I couldn't be more excited.
Here's a bit of my life in pictures. As I mentioned, I cook, so I think it would be apropos to include photo documentation.
Mascarpone-filled cake with sherried berries for my dad's birthday.
Grilled Mahi-Mahi with Thai coconut sauce, jasmine rice, and Thai cucumber salad.
Pavlova with lemon curd and mixed berries.
And since I directly mentioned him, here's a picture of my boyfriend and me. He's my best friend and probably my greatest personal influence, so pardon me if I reference him often, or if I'm unintentionally quite verbose.
Oh, and I have read, understood, and agreed to the terms of the course syllabus and the blogging protocols.
Regards,
Patricia