It’s a good thing my commenting feature is a little persnickety. If you’re posting and it sends you to a spam site, it’s not intentionally personal. It’s getting worked on; new site quirks…

I’m getting a few unhappy private comments about my recent Feminism Scheminism post, and all I have to say is, “I don’t get it.”

Nobody called women weak, wimpy, or sub-intelligent. In fact, I can hold my own pretty well, too. It was only a year ago that I was sporting a little definition. (Pregnancy has a way of messing with that.) I’m a little feisty, and I just creamed five of my husband’s rocket science co-workers in a game of wit and strategy. Insert puffed peacock feathers.

But when women feel the need to flaunt their strength and wit, it often has the opposite effect.

Admiring men for the way God made them won’t make me less of a woman. God made men a certain way, and I frankly haven’t met one who didn’t enjoy a little stroking of his masculinity. Men like their egos. Priming your man will not diminish your value. Strong women like to make their men stronger. At some point, feminists must realize that the world doesn’t revolve around them and complimenting a man won’t devalue your womanhood.

And that’s why I have no problem admiring my man’s muscles.

Even if mine were stronger. ;)