Reading She Who Stumbles (which is from everything I've seen is hands down the best blog ever for anyone interested in race and feminism in australia) for my last post, I came across this post :Why I’m not a socialist (any more) - Part 1 (afaict she never got around to part 2. I know what that's like)
And boy could I relate to it. My experience is a bit different, since I was born into a socialist (and semi-socialist) family and have never been really actively engaged as any sort of activist but still. I must print out a copy for my mum (my grandma and dad are rather didactically socialist, it can get a bit oppressive)
EDIT: Flying Blogspot points out that not all socialists are like this, which is true.
And boy could I relate to it. My experience is a bit different, since I was born into a socialist (and semi-socialist) family and have never been really actively engaged as any sort of activist but still. I must print out a copy for my mum (my grandma and dad are rather didactically socialist, it can get a bit oppressive)
EDIT: Flying Blogspot points out that not all socialists are like this, which is true.
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Currently I'm kind of nibbling at the edges of activism, at every step reassuring myself that I haven't turned into my father/grandparents, so it's possible that at the end of this process I'll be comfortable with the term "socialist" in the same way I am now with "feminist".