Concerns about the inequality of being an independent woman. |
I hate being an Independent Woman! Whoever had the bright idea it might be the 'way to go' was either a masochist, a workaholic or a woman hater. Now don't get me wrong. I would be the first to throw myself under the hooves of a galloping horse, or chain myself to railings or even turn down nourishment if I thought it would make me equal in the eyes of the world to men. Of course I would never have to do any of these things as I am more than equal. I just do not want to be a mug, or be 'more' equal. Equality should not mean I have to do everything. Tidy the house and work full time. Care for the children and decorate the home. Fix the car, cook and clean. Be a sex kitten in the bedroom and a finacial guru. Of course I am both these things and the rest, but why do I get the feeling I have shot myself in the foot! Lucky me gets the pleasure of organising and paying for everything. I have to look good despite having less time in the bathroom to get ready, because my man is in there preening. I have to book the restuarant, choose the food, and pay the bill. All this, and I am not even a control freak! Am I so old fashioned that I crave a man to open a door for me or perhaps fight to the bar to order me a drink occasionally? Am I so wierd that I appreciate a man walking next to the kerb, so his sword hand is free? When a man says he wants to look after me, should I not expect that may be in other ways other than to hold my hand or tell me he loves me? Is it me? Nobody said that to be equal I would have to be better than a man. It does not seem fair. Are my values so different? Why am I always disappointed? Are my expectations so out of whack? Well, this baby is about to turn, lay down groundrules and ask for a bit more fairness and a bit less 'equality.' It obviously means something different for others, or at the very least, I would get equal pay. So, time to lash myself to those railings. Come on if you are hard enough!! |