I was just pondering this morning how much I love being a woman! No really, I do. I love being able to dress up and feel fantastic about myself. I love when my hair turns out just the way I want it to. I love it when I actually get my eyeliner on evenly on both eyes (unlike the one morning that I got interrupted and then FORGOT to complete the process…yikes!). I LOVE…no, I OBSESS about shoe shopping! I love gabbing and texting and emailing all my lady friends. Now when it comes to equality, I am sure that NO man would want to be a woman’s equal.
I do realize that there are some negatives in being a woman. Childbirth. Yikes! Numero uno for pain factor, but the beauty of a baby and knowing that you carried that little, helpless, child is just a miracle. (Really, if men had to do it, every family would have only one child…that’s my theory.) The monthly bloat visitor…yes necessary for the eventual finality of creating that bouncing, bundle of joy. (But really, why couldn’t it last 5 minutes and let us get on with our lives?) In many cases, it is still the designated task of women for the upkeep of a few things, namely: child, husband, household. Really, just three things right? And ladies, I do believe that whenever we assign said tasks to either children or spouses they purposely do not complete the tasks to our liking so that we end up hanging onto these chores and then lovingly complain about them over glasses of wine and takeout food. Really, where else would we get all of our interesting tales from if not from everyday life?
Men say women gossip. They believe that the re-telling of any tale told by another female is automatically gossip. Well, here is the definition of gossip: Casual or unconstrained conversation or reports about other people, typically involving details that are not confirmed as being true. Honestly, most of my female companions confirm the details before sharing any narrative. The truth is usually waaaaay better and more interesting than any lie you could make up.
I do recall reading somewhere that the circle of women and companionship began back in caveman days. Men would go hunting and gathering food and the women would stay home, watching their offspring, cooking meals and basically being bored with life. I am sure one cavewoman suddenly poofed and THAT led to the beginning of women and conversation. One cavewoman “ugged” to another cavewoman…(a whispered “ug” of course). Basically what she said in one quick “ug” was “can-you-believe-her-and-how-she-contaminated-our-living-space.” Yes, I am sure it went down something like that. Once the men got back, the women shared their tale of woe. The men laughed and laughed. The women became divided. Suddenly the men were getting the cold shoulder from their women folk. They didn’t know why. Body poofs are hilariously funny! The men cracked them off all the time and they kept telling their cavewomen that they should be laughing. They really couldn’t understand what the problem was. Then the men hunted more and stayed away from the caves more. Some of the cavemen had to find new caves because now some of the women didn’t want to stay with the “Poofer” cavewoman or her friends.
You know those cave paintings that you see today? The ones with all the buffalo and the hunters throwing arrows? Well, that was the caveman’s cry for help. Those drawings don’t mean “we hunted buffalo today”. What they are really trying to tell us is: “I would rather go out and hunt and get gored by a buffalo than listen to the complaints of women.”
Men and women definitely look at and understand things differently. If you ask a man what he is thinking about and he says nothing, well, he really means he is thinking of nothing. If you ask a woman, she will SAY, “Nothing,” but she has so much on her mind and it’s up to you to keep asking until you discover the magic word that will unlock the flood of thoughts that she has going on up there. Men usually deal with situations as they come up. Women, will have a situation, they will think of the outcome (many different endings mind you) in order to proactively come up with the best possible ending. True? Yes, it is.
Why do women do this? Well, it goes right back to having to take care of three things: Children, husband, home. Take care of those three things, squeeze in jobs outside of the home, and you have the life of a woman in a nutshell. One big, monstrous, huge nutshell, but a nutshell nonetheless. So much to think about. So much to keep organized. So much to plan and preplan in order to keep this well-oiled machine of life running smoothly.
So men, we do realize that you work hard too. We appreciate you very much. We also appreciate when you do notice and thank us for the jobs that WE do. We love you and we will take care of you. (Even if you can take of yourselves, we don’t think you are qualified to do it properly or well enough).
Equality for women and men? Not sure if it will ever happen. Definition of equality is: The state of being equal, esp. in status, rights, and opportunities.
Right now, I believe I have the right and the opportunity to buy a cute pair of shoes. (Men, you really don’t understand the special status you would need to experience that kind of state of equality.