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I interviewed my great grandma Earlene Hughes. Shes now 88 years old, and she's starting to lose her short term memory. My great grandma is the most straight and narrow person I've ever met, she goes to church 3 times a week, and says a very exaggerated prayer for every meal. She hates MTV, and anything on televison that isn't on the gospel channel or the news. She is very strict, but also very kind. She has the sweetest heart in the town of Booneville, Arkansas, just ask anyone. When I called my great grandma to ask her questions about feminism, she first answered the phone and screamed my mothers name. She always calls me Sheri, until I correct her. We all just laugh about it now. When I asked her about what she thought femenism was, she had the same stereotypical theory, " a bunch a crazy women causing unnecessary trouble ". I asked her if she every experience anything involving the feminist movenment, and she said ,"I had no time for that nonsense, I had 12 kids and a farm to take care of." She doesn't really approve of anything in my lifestyle, when my grandma found out I got a tattoo, she swore the devil was sweeping through my generation. Haha. When I asked her to describe an experience where she realized differences in gender, she told me that one of my great uncles that she had adopted turned out to be a "homosexual", she said, " i didn't raise him that way, but he chose to go down his own path alone." I never met him personally, or many of he adopted children. I just know my Meme, and Aunt Deana, they were her only real children. My great grandma asked me why I was asking her all these questions, and I told her I was in Women's Studies, and that we were discussing femenism, and she just laughed and said," they have classes studying women?" She's funny, I know that it's only because she grew up in those times, and she's just a conservative person. I love her though. One experience in my life when I was made conscious of gender is also an experience with homosexuality. One christmas at my dads side of the familys house, my uncle david alsways would have guy friends come home with him from California for the holidays. I always just thought they were friends. One time, my cousin Bryce, and my Uncle David, and his friend Jose, and I were playing a card game, and Jose got up and asked my Uncle, "would you like any more tea babe?" And me and my cousin Bryce looked at each other and I asked jokingly, " What are you guys gay or something?" and then my Uncle looked at me calmly, and said, " well, yea". I was only 12, so i kinda freaked out, because I was only kidding when I asked, I wasn't expecting that kind of answer. But I really like my uncle, and after my parents talked to me about it, I realized it's not a big deal, he's still my uncle, and there's nothing wrong with that.