Someday I’m going to compose, edit, and publish a post well before midnight instead of rushing to get a post written because must! post! every! day!
I want to write a coherent post about this, probably tomorrow while sitting in an airport, so until then, consider this an abstract.
ambushed enthusiastically greeted my almost-roommate-turned-Dominican-nun at the Center for Ethics and Culture’s annual conference. She and a few other sisters came down from Michigan for tonight and tomorrow. It’s incredible how much she has changed in the six months since I saw her last. She used to be loud, joyful, and exuberant, with many adorable expressions like “keep it real, yo.” Now, she’s just as joyful, but it’s contained within a disciplined and obedient exterior. She speaks with a soft voice and with the utmost politeness. In short, she’s a nun. It’s like she’s aged ten years and gained maturity and humility overnight. She’s still her- but she’s also so different.
This experience, while wonderful, got me thinking. I have been raised under the ideology that the best women- the women who should be idolized- are spectacular. They are famous, brilliant, and altogether amazing. They stand out. We are taught to fight anyone who tells you to obey (as an adult) or take a backseat to an authority figure. Young women (especially those in college) are encouraged to be the very best- screw what men expect of you. It’s pretty much opposed to humility, because your entire life you’re taught to be proud of the incredible person you are. So which is right? Is the ideal woman Marian, humble, obedient, subservient? Or is she proud, fabulous, and influential?
These questions were thrown in stark contrast by my meeting with Sr. Kristin, whose changed demeanor naturally made me cringe. Tonight I’ll just leave you with the questions- I’ll try to post my thoughts tomorrow (from Birmingham!).