Inspired by Fatemeh’s post below.
People ask me, “how do you reconcile feminism and religion?”
The short answer is, I don’t. I don’t reconcile religion with anything. I think the true nature (and purpose) of religion is such that it cannot be reconciled with the world we live in.
That’s not to say that religion cannot influence is in good and bad ways, or that it doesn’t have direct influence in the physical realm we inhabit, but that what appeals to me about religion is the fact that from the point of view of the physical world, it is irrational. Which is very different from how I view feminism.
Why do I believe? Because belief is beautiful, and strange, and imperfect (circumscribed as it is by human nature), and a great paradox to me. Because I agree with Milton in describing the world as a story that the divine being is telling itself. Which is in itself a paradox running up against the idea of free will.
So when some bearded guy somewhere tells me “cover up, whore” or “repent, whore” or “be quiet and stir that borscht, whore,” I pity him most dreadfully. His God is indeed dead, and it was he who replaced his God with an embalmed version that rests in an ugly-ass Great Mausoleum in the Sky. And I’d like to tell him that, except that I worry about getting my teeth smashed out (have been threatened, once), and I already have dental issues, so instead I just stay away from most religious gatherings and discussions altogether.
Being a feminist and being religious is totally possible, if you just ignore people who tell you you’re going to hell/you’re a brainwashed idiot in need of re-education camp. Or so I’ve decided for myself.