the advocacy of women’s rights on the ground of the equality of the sexes.
Now, I have to say. I don’t think I’m a feminist. I would like to earn the same kind of money a man does, but then I’m going to have to act like a man, do the things a man does. And I don’t. But if I was a ballbusting CEO, I would expect to get the same money as my male counterparts. Doubt very much that I would ever be that though – could not be bothered really. If a man does what I do, he would have to get the same money as I do – it’s only fair.
Alas. Life is rarely fair. And the world has ever been overrun by males.
Not that that is a bad thing. Dudes have their uses. Even if it’s only to open sealed jars or to lift heavy things.
Jokes aside though.
I’m not equal to a man. I don’t have their upper body strength. I don’t have their metabolism. I don’t produce testosterone. My mind does not work the way theirs does. My emotions live on a different planet than a males.
Neither am I less than a man – for all the reasons I mentioned above.
The fact that I do a bunch of manly things has nothing to do with feminism, and everything to do with necessity. Either I do it, or it does not get done. Or I pay somebody to do it, and since I hardly ever have any spare cash, we’re back to square one on that deal.
Every time my son opens a door for me, I get a warm feeling around the chest region. Because he respects me enough to treat me like I matter. And I don’t think the same is true for true blood feminists. For them, having a door opened is tantamount to getting a slap in the face of their highly thought of and much fought for equality.
Not that I’m a shrinking violet , letting a dude do all my thinking for me. I’ve never had the knack of soothing an ego just because I don’t actually think about stuff like that. If something’s crap, I will probably say it was crap, and your ego bedamned! But it won’t be said with the intention of screwing with your ego. It will just be said because I feel it needs to be said.
But yes. I am able to do many things. Some of them I can do better than others. Some things I do, not even some blokes can. I can be as butch as all get out, but I LIKE the fact that I can go to my closet and take out a dress and heels. I can put on some make up, spray on some perfume – the lone bottle I bought since the desecration – and I can hold my head high as a woman. And I love being treated as one. Alas, they never do, since they’re scared of me – the perception being that since I can do all these things, I MUST hate men!
No sir. I don’t hate men. I don’t always like what they do, I don’t always like how they make me feel, but I don’t hate them. I just don’t like them all that much for the most part. And I mostly absolutely don’t like asking for help!
After saying all this, it would seem that I’m kind of screwed in the partner department. Can’t find a man that’s not threatened by my abilities, and really, they’re not all that major! I just like different things than most other females do. Does not make me a feminist now does it? Don’t quite know what it makes me other than some weird chick with, according to blokes, penis envy. No, I don’t actually envy you your penis. I can get as many as I could possibly want with the flick of a button 😉 Real or manufactured. What I do envy is your upper body strength. And your utter disregard for emotions of any kind. Catch 22 really. I like a guy that treats me like a woman, but they never see the woman I am because I’m always busy doing man things!
I don’t know if I made sense, and I’m not going to re-read my post and start second guessing myself, so I’ll just leave you with a song and the hope that you do understand what I’m saying…