Absence makes the heart grow…more feminist? Long distance and relationships in a feminist world
Cross-posted at Small Strokes Fell Big Oaks blog for the series on feminism and relationships.
- What an odious term. I’ve always disliked it, and what it represented – long hours on the phone, suffocating logistics of weekends and holidays shared here and there, that persistent pang of missing someone, and that distinct feeling of dislocation one gets living between two worlds.
So how did I end up in one?
In the five-plus years that I’ve been in my relationship, my partner and I have spent a total of 27 months apart – in Kenya, in India, in NY and Boston – and are on the precipice of another year on top of that.
I would say it’s part personality, part feminist persuasion that drives me to endure distance in the pursuit of personal/professional gratification. And I am deeply appreciative of a partner who feels the same way.
In contrast to the age-old character of long-distance relationships, in which the woman is often left behind, pining, while the man goes off to work or war or otherwise, ours is mutual and often driven by myself.
My partner and I are both very driven people, deeply committed to our careers and prescribing to the notion that if we individually are not pursuing our dreams, then we cannot pursue our collective one. And if that takes us apart from each other now and then, well that’s a price we are willing to pay.
The feminist in me reviles against the notion of sacrificing for another until I am good and ready to, and it’s my choice to do so. While I hate that constant missing, I sort of revel in the independence that it gives me and deeply appreciate the elasticism of my relationship.
Despite growing up in a more progressive environment than women before me, the specter has still hung over my head all these years that a “good” wife/partner/woman sticks by her significant other for support and because she can’t bear to be apart from him. She doesn’t go off to live in a rural village in Mali to bolster her career; heck, she doesn’t even put her career ahead of his.
It is this archaic model that I am resisting against, silly as it may be. And though I was raised in a very different time from my feminist ancestors, who were denied the right to vote or attend university, I am still conscious of the relative rarity of these privileges…no rights…for women worldwide. Therefore I feel a feminist duty to take advantage of the opportunities afforded to me, in honor of all the women who cannot or will not. Read the rest of this entry →







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