Being a woman means that at times one willingly (if not begrudgingly) takes the back seat. The ability to do this comes in handy once she gets married and when she has children. Those two acts single-handedly, with one blow, effectively end her time in anybody’s “front” seat.
Maybe I’m a little biased because I’m not married but, I’ve seen enough evidence just lying around to know that this is true. It is what it is. Now, they (the misguided) may call it something different and refer to this high jacked time of exile as a complete joy but I’m not exactly convinced that they’re telling the truth. I mean really. Who would welcome, and be a party to their own personal demise (on a psychological level)? That’s just plain crazy! God, I do want to have a husband some day but to really think what I would be giving up gives me pause for thought.
No more coming home and savoring those hours after work. They would be filled with cooking dinner for possible ingrates, washing untold mountains of dishes and picking up after little insolents who constantly talk back and refuse to do their homework or clean their rooms because it’s just too hard or they otherwise have better things to do with their time.
As the silent partner to all this madness the woman usually ends up picking up the slack and accepting the shortest end of the stick possible. What does she get in return for all her hard work and toil? Mother’s Day. Yep, I said it. Mother’s Day. Excuse me but WTF??? She gets a day in exchange for her privacy, quiet time, mental health, personal appearance and self esteem? I’m no math whiz but something’s not adding up here.
Okay, so- again I may be being just a little harsh as I am not a wife nor am I a mother. It just doesn’t seem fair to the woman. It’s little wonder that we “come into our own” in our 40’s. That’s the time that the nest gets emptied out and we can take up where we left off. Suffice it to say that’s when our men decide to come home as it were and roost and we’re just getting started. Can you say younger man??? Ta Da!
Being a woman these days means you have to be ready for almost anything and that includes an empty nest, a new career and a sleepy, boring husband. What choice does the woman have? All our lives we’re told to fix ourselves up and “the same thing it took to get him is what will keep him” and a whole lot of other dumb assed shit. We keep drinking that saaaame Kool-Aid. Might I ask at what point the man kicks in to do anything?? May I be so coy as to inquire what in the hell does he do to keep us? Nothing. Being a woman means we pick up the slack on that one too. Is it getting hot in here or is it just me?
I feel like picketing somewhere but who would listen? Even with all the technological advances we’ve made the “role” of the woman (or shall I say the lot) is basically the same. It has managed to morph itself into a kinder, gentler role; but scrape down to the bone of it and you will find the same old sinister stereotype.
When we try to change we are labeled as being selfish or strange. We are judged for wanting what we want and not what is unknowingly shoved down our throats- the real deal behind door number three is not what it is portrayed to be. Wifedom and Motherhood. You might as well say WTF and Motherf*&^%r. It’s really the same thing in many respects.
Your husband that you waited sooo long for, leaves his underwear on the floor and won’t take out the trash in time for trash day. And you say (under your breath and to yourself) WTF???? Your child is constantly whining about something, won’t go to sleep at a decent time of night, always needs SOMETHING and won’t let you have a moments peace- not even to use the bathroom or take a shower (meanwhile your husband is asleep on his easy chair). And you saaaaaaaay (under your breath and to yourself of course) Mother f*&^%r. Do you see where I’m going with this? As a woman- in those situations you’re damned if you do. Now, if you don’t then you end up lonely making up excuses for why you’re not with someone or worse yet dating on the internet. Hit or miss at best.
I’m not really against marriage and motherhood I just believe the playing field should be leveled just a bit to compensate for all the impending losses on the woman’s part. Practically speaking she begins her “journey” to wifedom by firstly giving up her name. Now, let’s pause here for just a moment. She has to give up her name. This name has served to define her, has framed her if you will for the entirety of her life. She is now asked to give it up, forsake it for another. Just like that. She goes into a sort of witness protection program. She will never be that maiden again. The funny thing is everybody is in on it. No one protests the demise of the maiden. She is thrown to the trash heap.
If you ask me, that is where the trouble begins. With the stroke of a pen and the press of a notary republic’s seal she “seals” the fate of her identity and autonomy for at minimum 18-20 years. Go figure. Who knew? OMG! Why me? Can I phone a friend? You feel me?
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