She’s teaching her daughters to play patriarchy chicken.

Anna Lee Beyer at HuffPost writes in How I Am Teaching My Small Daughters To Play Patriarchy Chicken:

Imagine me, a grown woman, with a jumping 5-year-old on one hand and a rogue 2-year-old pulling on the other. We are broad. We take up space. And now we hold that space, especially in the face of anyone who chugs toward us expecting to have the path cleared for them. So far only one person has run into us, bumping into my daughter’s child-sized shopping cart in the produce section.

My daughter said, “Watch out!” And I jumped to correct her tone, embarrassed that she seemed rude. Then I noticed that the other shopper was annoyed, not about to offer an apology, and I thought, “Why are we the rude ones in this scenario?”

Just like the woman who fights the patriarchy by farting in public, this kind of childish power game is a physical manifestation of the ugly feminist mindset.

Now when we are out shopping, taking a walk or engaging in any other family activity, I focus on the children and on our objective. I don’t look around to see how we can make ourselves more convenient for everyone else.

What harm am I going to do? Contribute to a new stereotype that mothers and small daughters are self-focused instead of submissive? OK, sounds great. Raise women who feel entitled to prioritize their own goals? Cool.

And ironically it relies on her unshakable faith in the good will of men she doesn’t know, of the very men she tells herself are evil.

Unfortunately, we know that simply standing in a man’s way can be dangerous.

Like Riley, I know I am exercising the privilege of a white woman in my upper middle class neighborhood where I can be inconvenient without worrying that it puts my children in danger.

One interesting aspect of the article is that while she calls this “Patriarchy Chicken”, borrowing the phrase from another ugly feminist, she describes her habit of intentionally getting in the way of strangers in gender neutral terms.  She is especially careful not to reveal the sex of the person her daughter ran into with the shopping cart, which makes me suspect it was a woman, not a man.

See Also: The perfect response to Patriarchy Chicken.

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Anna Lee Beyer at HuffPost writes in How I Am Teaching My Small Daughters To Play Patriarchy Chicken:

Imagine me, a grown woman, with a jumping 5-year-old on one hand and a rogue 2-year-old pulling on the other. We are broad. We take up space. And now we hold that space, especially in the face of anyone who chugs toward us expecting to have the path cleared for them. So far only one person has run into us, bumping into my daughter’s child-sized shopping cart in the produce section.

My daughter said, “Watch out!” And I jumped to correct her tone, embarrassed that she seemed rude. Then I noticed that the other shopper was annoyed, not about to offer an apology, and I thought, “Why are we the rude ones in this scenario?”

Just like the woman who fights the patriarchy by farting in public, this kind of childish power game is a physical manifestation of the ugly feminist mindset.

Now when we are out shopping, taking a walk or engaging in any other family activity, I focus on the children and on our objective. I don’t look around to see how we can make ourselves more convenient for everyone else.

What harm am I going to do? Contribute to a new stereotype that mothers and small daughters are self-focused instead of submissive? OK, sounds great. Raise women who feel entitled to prioritize their own goals? Cool.

And ironically it relies on her unshakable faith in the good will of men she doesn’t know, of the very men she tells herself are evil.

Unfortunately, we know that simply standing in a man’s way can be dangerous.

Like Riley, I know I am exercising the privilege of a white woman in my upper middle class neighborhood where I can be inconvenient without worrying that it puts my children in danger.

One interesting aspect of the article is that while she calls this “Patriarchy Chicken”, borrowing the phrase from another ugly feminist, she describes her habit of intentionally getting in the way of strangers in gender neutral terms.  She is especially careful not to reveal the sex of the person her daughter ran into with the shopping cart, which makes me suspect it was a woman, not a man.

See Also: The perfect response to Patriarchy Chicken.

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