On Being A Thirty-Four-Year-Old Woman In Today’s World

My mom tells me a lot of things that I don’t listen to anymore. I wish I had learned Spanish and calligraphy like she had suggested, but there is still time. People always say that life is short. In some respects, it is. But it is also very long and we have super long life expectancies nowadays.

I must say, I think it is pretty cool being a woman in today’s world. I always wonder what my life had been like in the 1700’s. Would I have been a total G like Abigail Adams, writing a letter to my husband like this:

“I desire you would remember the ladies and be more generous and favorable to them than your ancestors. Do not put such unlimited power into the hands of the husbands. Remember, all men would be tyrants if they could. If particular care and attention is not paid to the ladies, we are determined to foment a rebellion, and will not hold ourselves bound by any laws in which we have no voice or representation.”

If I lived in the 1800’s, would I even have survived my youth? Would I have died as a thirteen-year-old trying to give birth to a child? Would I have had a desire to educate myself in the face of adversity? I truly hope so.

I agree, that there really hasn’t been a better time in history to be a girl. We can wear anything the F we want, look forward to voting and voting for super-qualified female candidates and choose any career path. I am, for instance, ENAMOURED with female police officers. What amazing women.

I also agree that things could be better.

Women are not taken as seriously as we should be. There are men at work who still call me “sweetheart” and ask if they can talk to my boss (who is a woman too, by the way).

Female athletes are taken less seriously that men. Please let me know if you toiled over your bracket for the women’s basketball tournament. And if you have season tickets to any professional women’s sports league. Or if you can name ten professional female athletes.

I too think sometimes that it would be easier to be a man. To be able to walk home at night into a rough neighborhood without fear. To be able to do what I want when I want without judgment. To be successful at my job without being called names or told that I got there because of how I look rather than how I am credentialed and qualified.

But like Hermioneela, I can’t think of a man who I would rather be. Instead, I have to deal with constant disgusting comments that men would like to be IN me… Believe me, it happens more than you would think.

Being a woman is great. We create life and joy and culture in a way that men could never even fathom. No offense to men, but you have no idea. But one day, the rest of the world will realize it!

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