I love my mum, but I have no illusions about her feminist credentials. She was raised to "be nice to get love" and had nannying and secretarial jobs after she left school at 16, while she was waiting to marry someone, keep his house, and raise his babies. She's amazing with kids - I remember her being a fun SAHM and she's wonderful with her grandchildren. I wish she'd had the chance to be a teacher, or a childminder, or ... well, anything which gave her talents scope. As it is, she now runs her own successful business (a B&B) and repeatedly remarks that she never thought she'd be someone who'd have done that. She was also amazed when she agreed to be interviewed by local kids for their primary school project and the first question was "What is your occupation?" She said "Why I grew up no one asked women what they did. All the women were housewives."
She was sent to a school which was basically a finishing school, she was invited to give up maths and do more cello (!) as she was better at it and which girls needed maths, anyway? I asked her once how many girls from her school went to University. She looked pretty thoughtful and said, 'no, not one. But no one was kept from going, I don't think....' Having had a conversation with an Aunt who told me, as a teenager, that I was a 'bluestocking who will never get a husband' I suspect that actually, these girls were pretty actively dissuaded all their lives from going to further education.
She thinks women who don't use "Mrs" and take their husbands name are insulting their husband's families and she thinks that women who sleep with men before they marry them will be 'used goods' and 'why buy the cow when the milk is free?'... I asked her why a woman would want to buy a pig for the sake of one sausage, and to her credit she laughed and laughed and laughed and told me I was terrible and modern.
She's lovely. But she's not remotely capable of critical thinking. She thinks things are what they are because they are, and why rock the boat? She thinks I'm mean to my DH cos he changes half (or slightly more than half) of the shitty nappies and does housework. I point out that he has opposable thumbs and a spine, why the hell should I pick up after him? And she shakes her head and laughs and says how glad she is that we're happy.
My Dad doesn't do anything like his fair share of housework, and I know that she wishes he would, but won't do anything about it as it's "too late." They've been happily married for 35 years - still laugh together, still enjoy each other. But I doubt if, after 3 kids, he's changed more than 100 nappies in his life.
The good stuff: Mum's a real tomboy/countrywoman who raised us to be outdoorsy, horse-riding, tree-climbing girls who weren't "ninnies" and didn't "Whine" and she supported our educational choices and pushed us to go to Uni. I had an entirely un-pink childhood, and was supported in my choices. By the time my mother was making noises about how my Doc Martens were "so unladylike" I was 14 and had read The Female Eunuch and had no problem telling her about my body/my choice, etc. And if she rolled her eyes, she never enforced high heels!
The bad stuff: My brother wasn't made to do housework like we were, there was some gender favouritism. (he does a lot in his family now - which my Mum can't cope with at all). She thinks I should be a SAHM, or, rather, makes carefully coded references to why she thinks me working is a bad plan. And doesn't see that it's sexist, since "babies need their mums more than their dads" etc. This upsets DH, who would love more time to spend with DS...
So No, my mum wasn't a feminist and yes, that definitely made me one (not my Dsis, though) - but she was a great Mum, and I'm hoping to take the good, lose the bad (and probably inject a whole load of my own style of bad!)