1.0Love, Joy, Feminismhttps://www.patheos.com/blogs/lovejoyfeminismLibby Annehttps://www.patheos.com/blogs/lovejoyfeminism/author/libbyAre You Crunchy Enough?rich600338<blockquote class="wp-embedded-content" data-secret="QgavHqmpl0"><a href="https://www.patheos.com/blogs/lovejoyfeminism/2014/08/are-you-crunchy-enough.html">Are You Crunchy Enough?</a></blockquote><iframe sandbox="allow-scripts" security="restricted" src="https://www.patheos.com/blogs/lovejoyfeminism/2014/08/are-you-crunchy-enough.html/embed#?secret=QgavHqmpl0" width="600" height="338" title="“Are You Crunchy Enough?” — Love, Joy, Feminism" data-secret="QgavHqmpl0" frameborder="0" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" scrolling="no" class="wp-embedded-content"></iframe><script type="text/javascript">
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A couple of weeks ago we ran into a family at the park. We'd run into them several times before, and Sally had taken to their daughter, Ella. This time we learned that Ella will be attending kindergarten at the same school as Sally this fall. After we left the park, I remarked to Sean that it might be good to have this family over---that we might get on well with them. "But then I don't know how crunchy she is," I added. I was referring to Ella's mother, and Sean asked what I meant.