the 3rd wave of what?

all right, i generally disaprove of using blogspace to vent, but, well, i need to vent.
i get now why every woman i respect has always told me that having a child makes you a feminist if you weren't one before. i get this because my sometimes/very/supportive partner has decided that the 3 weeks I'm in a cast is the time to turn into a pubescent boy-man and start being completely irresponsible- going off on lots of fun jaunts, deciding he wants to 'do this shop alone', ignoring that dishes are incredibly hard to wash with one arm in plaster, quitting quitting smoking, pretending that he hasn't quit quitting, and generally acting in lots of self-destructive ways that impact heavily my quality of much-dependent life at present. don't get me wrong. i understand that this is only a problem because of our current living arrangment, which places me in a wholly dependent state, but it doesn't mean that he can't change a fricking nappie now and then, does it? and to make matters worse, there's some 6 month colic coming on, we've had two houseguests all weekend, and we have to go to london on tuesday to get baby's US passport sorted. i would love to be able to snap myself out of this cast, get in my own car and take a fricking drive somewhere with lots of wide roads and lesbian baristas. i miss Portland at this moment, I miss my hippe/anarchist/musician friends, i miss my old life today... which makes me appreciate all the other days when i'm so so happy to be here in jolly old, so happy to be living such a new and different existence. today, i'm praying for the 3rd wave of feminism to arrive, in my spirit and my life right Fricking Now, and wondering why oh why i married this stubborn-ass man when i don't believe in marriage in the first place. but here we are.
the strange country called
this life
you claimed
by waking up
and no one earned the right to winge about it
except refugees and cancer survivors
and a few others

but today,
i've had enough and i'm pissed
and that's that.

No pretty photos, just a good hearty bitchfest.