Do you know why it's wonderful to be a woman?
Well if you don't know, don't fret, because luckily for us, Good Housekeeping is here to tell us. I was leafing through an old issue and found a back page list of things we have to be thankful for. It was intended, I think, to make women laugh at men and feel smug but it just made me angry. Here are a few of the choice items:We have to do very little to impress a man with our intelligence - just listen to him and nod. Hmm, so you mean men aren't actually interested in our intelligence, or what we have to say because what they have to say is so important? And we should pander to their pathetic egos by nodding along like puppet dolls instead of displaying our real intelligence? How uplifting!
We don't suffer from impotence and can even fake an enthusiastic interest in sex while we're mentally redecorating the sitting room. So it's good to be having sex when you're not in the mood? It's good that we feel we have to fake enthusiasm to shore up the aforementioned ego of our partner, when they wouldn't extend the same courtesy (if that's what it is - personally, I hate the idea of sleeping with my partner when his mind was elsewhere)? So it's still our job to lie back and think of England? And this is why it's wonderful to be a woman? Wouldn't it be better if our partner made an effort to arouse us, and made sure we wanted to have sex, and we both had a bloody amazing time when we did?
We can wear reinforced knickers to stop our tums rolling over the top of our trousers. Or, more accurately, we're made to think our post-children, or just slightly plump, or just plain normal, stomachs aren't good enough and will make society (men) look down on us in disgust, so we spend good money on uncomfortable restraining pants and still feel grateful we're not in stays. Whoop whoop, this must be revolution!
The list also makes mention of our freedom to give pet names to our cars, buy lots of pairs of shoes, and talk to our friends for two hours about a chance meeting with an ex lasting four minutes (it's good, obviously, to waste valuable time discussing a man who is no longer part of one's life, because things like reading a book, learning a language, or just discussing current issues would be just too dull). Why, why, why, do women's magazines keep producing this tripe? How about some real things to celebrate about being a woman? I know it's hard in a patriarchal dictatorship, but to my mind these are just insults.
posted by Growlergirl @ 2:10 pm
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