I’m a woman and am not super-militant, despite the title of this blog.
I do clean and cook. I do wear a bra and shave my legs. I do like to dress up at times as well.
(I know you were waiting for the “but”…)
I also work, and I HATE…
totally and entirely HATE
to be stuffed into a stereotypic position of “busy, caring, and loyal underling,” underpaid, talked down to, my intelligence ignored, my ability to learn disregarded, advancement rendered impossible.
I equally hate to be treated as if I had the brain of a fly when I go to car shops, or any other shop for that matter where customer service is male. I hate the jerks who don’t know me but talk down to me and feel qualified to tell me what to do (or not do)
for the simple reason that
they have a penis and a deep voice
and I don’t.
>>>> And don’t get me started on the glass ceiling and the governing body….!
Yes, indeed, feminism has still
a looooooooooong way to go around here.