I’m finally saying something
Where to begin?
I live my life from the viewpoint of all angles. I put myself in someone else’s shoes. I think about it. I try. That’s something, right?
I hate being generalized.
Lately, with all the talk about birth control and abortion and pretty much the fact that most conservative politicians want to take away all woman’s basic rights, I’ve been peeved. Why the sudden attack on women? Why the sudden hatred toward your mother, your grandmother, your daughter, your sister? Why are we suddenly viewed as pets? Or vessels for babies?
I hate being told that I’m not worth it because I’m a woman and all women think the same.
So, wait. Because I have ovaries, I’m suddenly a useless, trite individual? I lack the ability to argue and am better to be seen and not heard?
News flash. Men have no idea what it’s like to be a woman. None. That’s not a generalization, that’s a fact. I, of course, have no idea what it’s like to be a man. I don’t pretend to. So to have the audacity to say that women are x, y and z irritates me to no end. Sorry, we don’t come with a user’s manual.
I personally believe that this new found irritation towards women is nauseating. Are kids being raised to believe this stuff? Are they honestly being told that it’s OK to treat a woman a certain way because she is, in fact, a woman? I certainly didn’t choose to be a woman, just as much as I didn’t choose to have hazel eyes or to be 5’8″. I did, however, choose to be a loving individual who gives the benefit of the doubt.
I love being a woman. I love my shape, I love my curves. I love my emotion, I love my spirit. I love my kind heart and my comforting ways. I love being a mother and I love being a daughter and sister and niece. I love being me.
Why is that such a bad thing?
Would it be rude of me to say that the majority of conversations I’ve had with men in the past 10 years of my life have been while they’ve been staring at my boobs? Would that be a generalization? Or an observation?
I am not a perfect person. I’m not a perfect person by a long shot. But every now and again I take a long, hard look in the mirror and realize that.
Clearly, I’m not going to change anyone’s mind. I simply breathe in and breathe out and hope that I’ll be allowed to do that in the next 10 years.
Every day I try to make myself a better person. And trust me, I don’t always succeed, but I try.