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As my dad tells it, my birth coincided with the birth of his identity. A little less than 23 years ago I made him a father, yes, but I also gave him a unique piece of identity that has in some ways been more defining in our father-daughter relationship. My father grew up in northern California during the 1970s, born to two Cal-Berkeley parents who were just shy of making the baby-boomer cutoff; liberals who were a little too old for Woodstock, but not too old to smoke pot. When my dad wanted to channel John Wayne on Halloween, he was forced to carry a sign on his trick or treat bag that touted “I’m a cowboy without a gun, I’m just a peaceful one.”
Wonder Woman is everywhere. For the first time in film history, a woman is the main hero in a big-budget movie that was also directed by a woman. But despite this milestone, it is difficult to ignore the fact that the messages surrounding the film are conflicting and contradictory.
Before the film began production, there was a public outcry that the character was portrayed by a woman with a smaller-than-expected décolletage. And no one questioned why she needed to be clothed in a dangerously skin-tight bathing suit in the first place. I say “dangerously” because actress Gal Gadot admitted that she almost fainted while trying it on.
As part of Hadassah’s “Defining Zionism in the 21st Century” series, there’s going to be a June 8 event called “Feminism & Zionism: Exploring Recent Tensions,” at the Town & Village Synagogue in New York. Participants include Emily Shire and Sharon Weiss-Greenberg, so the event promises to be thought-provoking and generally wonderful.
It’s no secret that the second wave of the Feminist movement was propelled forward partially by Jewish women. Decades after some of the books written by these women were published, they continue to inspire women of all faiths and cultures to step and fight for the cause. Below, in no particular order, are 7 books that every Jewish Feminist should have on their shelf (or at least read).
Feminist, to me, has never been a dirty word. In fact, as soon as I learned the word and its meaning, I embraced the term, cloaking myself in the righteousness of women’s rights, brandishing the banner of feminism as a challenge to those around me. When I was younger, I took on the childish causes that I understood to be of utmost feminist importance: my bat mitzvah thank-you cards were addressed to Mrs. and Mr., or Dr. and Mr. as the case would allow, but never Mr. first; I read fairy tales in which damsels rescued knights and women saved villages from angry dragons; I insisted that one day, I would propose to my husband, for certainly that would make a statement as feminist as burning a bra, only without the messy cleanup.