Posts Tagged ‘Women’

A Woman Should Have

Friday, August 20th, 2010

This list was originally published in the 90’s and has bounced around the internet a bajillion times.  It was written by New York Times Best-Selling Author, Pamela Redmond Satran, but is often mis-attributed by Maya Angelou.  Oh how I wish I wrote this! – but to be clear, I didn’t.   It’s a superb list though, of things women need to know about relationships, marriage, parenting and adulthood in general.

By the age of 30, a woman should have:

  1. One old boyfriend you can imagine going back to and one who reminds you of how far you’ve come.
  2. A decent piece of furniture not previously owned by anyone else in your family.
  3. Something perfect to wear if the employer or man of your dreams wants to see you in an hour.
  4. A purse, a suitcase and an umbrella you’re not ashamed to be seen carrying.
  5. A youth you’re content to move beyond.
  6. A past juicy enough that you’re looking forward to retelling it in your old age.
  7. The realization that you are actually going to have an old age—and some money set aside to help fund it.
  8. An e-mail address, a voice mailbox and a bank account—all of which nobody has access to but you.
  9. A résumé that is not even the slightest bit padded.
  10. One friend who always makes you laugh and one who lets you cry.
  11. A set of screwdrivers, a cordless drill and a black lace bra.
  12. Something ridiculously expensive that you bought for yourself, just because you deserve it.
  13. The belief that you deserve it.
  14. A skin-care regimen, an exercise routine and a plan for dealing with those few other facets of life that don’t get better after 30.
  15. A solid start on a satisfying career, a satisfying relationship and all those other facets of life that do get better.

By the age of 30, a woman should know:

  1. How to fall in love without losing yourself.
  2. How you feel about having kids.
  3. How to quit a job, break up with a man and confront a friend without ruining the friendship.
  4. When to try harder and when to walk away.
  5. How to kiss in a way that communicates perfectly what you would and wouldn’t like to happen next.
  6. The names of: the secretary of state, your great-grandmother and the best tailor in town.
  7. How to live alone, even if you don’t like to.
  8. How to take control of your own birthday.
  9. That you can’t change the length of your calves, the width of your hips or the nature of your parents.
  10. That your childhood may not have been perfect, but it’s over.
  11. What you would and wouldn’t do for money or love.
  12. That nobody gets away with smoking, drinking, doing drugs or not flossing for very long.
  13. Who you can trust, who you can’t and why you shouldn’t take it personally.
  14. Not to apologize for something that isn’t your fault.
  15. Why they say life begins at 30.

Negotiated Infidelity

Monday, August 9th, 2010

There’s been a lot of media attention for Holly Hill (aka Sugarbabe) this week, a mistress-turned-author who says that our marriages would all be happier if women would just learn to accept infidelity.  I first saw the article here on CNN.com.  According to Ms. Hill, “It’s better to walk the dog on a leash than let it escape through an unseen hole in the fence.” And “…men are hard-wired to betray women on the long-term.”  She also thinks that charging her boyfriends $1000 per week for her company is not prostitution, but women who stay in unhappy marriages are just like prostitutes.  Okey dokey.

This is offensive on so many levels, I hardly know where to begin.  She’s telling women that their husbands are inevitably going to cheat and that we’ll all be happier if we just accept it.  Really?!  When someone makes vows to us, we’re unreasonable nags if we expect them to mean it?  I expect to be honored, loved and respected by my husband, just as he promised.

A lot has been written about how womens’ expectations are set too high.  It’s tiresome and infuriating, but what really bothers me about this particular piece is Ms. Hill’s perception of men.  If a male author had written a book comparing women to dogs and calling us mindless animals, he would be burned at the stake.  But evidently it’s OK to treat men with such condescension and disregard.

Call me crazy, but I believe that men are intelligent beings.  They are adults who are responsible for their actions.  When a man behaves badly, it’s because he chooses to do so, not because he is biologically wired to be an asshole.

Can’t we please raise the level of discourse about gender?  Wouldn’t it be nice if we could all be grown-ups and lose the “men are pigs, women are bitches” commentary?

If a couple has a mutual agreement to have an open marriage, great.  I’m all in favor of consenting adults doing their thing.  But perhaps we shouldn’t take advice from someone who calls herself “Sugarbabe” (or pay any attention to her whatsoever).  And perhaps CNN should put some standards in place regarding what they publish.

Thanks!

Monday, August 2nd, 2010

I’m always grateful for reader comments on this blog.  In fact, I’m grateful that anyone gives a flying fig what I have to say at all.  One comment recently really got me thinking.  Stefanie at What’s the Best that Can Happen (a great site – go check it out) commented, “I am finding that I need to reconnect with my friends even more now as the fog of those first few years with kids has lifted…”

This was an unexpected bit of validation for me.  I hadn’t recognized the diaper-induced fog that I’m muddling through.  And because I didn’t realize that I was in a tunnel, I also didn’t see the light at the end of it.  I feel so much better now!  Thanks Stefanie!

Other moms out there, did you withdraw from pieces of your life when your kids were little?  Did you come back?

Ovarian Powers

Friday, July 30th, 2010

When I was a little girl, I thought it was amazing that every mom I knew could scoop food – like macaroni or casserole – and fill a bowl with only a few spoonfuls.  When I tried to scoop the same food into the same bowl with the same spoon, it would take 15 spoonfuls to fill the bowl.  At the time, I thought moms had some sort of magic mom super powers that defied the geometry and physics of the slotted spoon.

Come to think of it, I can never remember seeing my mother sleep.  As far as I know, she never did – she was awake and doing mom things 100% of the time.

30 years later, I now know that I was only glimpsing the tip of the iceberg.  Moms do indeed have super-human powers.  For example:

  • They a have ‘spidey sense’ and can tell when a kid is up to no good without looking.
  • Moms always know the location of every object in the house, no matter how obscure.
  • That spoon thing.
  • When picking up the house, a mom can carry 3 times as many loose items as mere mortals.
  • Moms can do five things at once and remember 471 bits of crucial minutiae each day (permission slips, sun screen, lunch money, recital dates, etc.)
  • Moms can cure childhood injuries with only kisses for anesthetic.
  • And mothers have an unlimited capacity for work, exhaustion, love and poop.

We moms work hard to appear normal – we don’t necessarily want the world to know the magnitude of our powers.   But take a moment to thank a mom (yours or someone else’s) today for all that she does.  Any pray that mothers continue to use their powers for heroism.  Just imagine what a couple of mother villains could do to civilization! – so chew with your mouth closed!

Keeping in Touch

Wednesday, July 28th, 2010

I confess that I’m not great about keeping in touch with friends.  I’m busy, they’re busy, time passes.  I’m always amazed (and intimidated) by women who remember other people’s birthdays and anniversaries AND find the time and energy to send a card.  Most of my friends and I have an understanding – I love you.  I think of you often.  If you need me, just say the word and I’ll be there.  Otherwise, I‘ll talk to you in a couple of months.

This weekend, one of my oldest and dearest friends was in town and she and I were able to ditch make arrangements for our children and sneak away for a whole afternoon together.

We had a 2-cocktail lunch and a fun afternoon of chatting and laughing and shopping.  I had almost forgotten what it felt like to have a long, meaningful talk with an adult woman friend.  I had forgotten how good it feels to be with someone whose situation is similar to my own.  With someone who gets me.  With someone who says, “Yes!  Me too.”  It was a really happy day and one that left me feeling validated, hopeful and empowered.

I don’t know specifically at what point I let my friendships go dormant.  When we all had babies I suppose.  But I want them back now.  I need it, which means they probably do too.

So, I’m setting an intention to start making more of an effort to be a more present friend.  I’m scheduling lunch dates and family get togethers.  Today I give thanks for my relatively small circle of girlfriends.  I can’t even think where I would be without them.

She’s Just So Together!

Monday, June 14th, 2010

Have you ever known someone who just always knows the right thing to do and say?  My friend Jaye is the most unshakeable and together person I know.  She works in the same corporate anti-woman, anti-human bureaucracy that I do, yet I have never seen her upset about anything.  She has two small children and always manages to show up on time and perfectly put together.  She even managed to get a flex-time schedule in a company where the flex-time policy is, “Flex-time?!  That’s what PTO is for.”

I can’t decide between admiring her and feeling like a schlub when standing next to her.  Either way, I’m curious – what’s her magic?  Is it all a front and she’s hopped up on anti-depressants?  I don’t think so.  She makes it look too effortless.  I wonder if anyone has ever looked at me and felt the same way.

Jaye challenges my belief in the universal experience – that we as women all struggle to do too much.  That we’re all doing the best we can to juggle, but no one is perfect at it.

So while I sit here imagining Jaye’s house appearing on Hoarders, tell me what you think.  Anyone like this in your life?

Letter to My 21-Year-Old Self

Monday, May 31st, 2010

Dear Me –
At 21, you are smart, beautiful and ambitious.  When asked what your long-term goals are, your pat answer is “world domination”…and you mean it.  You have the energy and the skills to kick butt and take names and your future is blindingly bright.  There’s only one thing that I, as your mid-thirties self, would change about you.

It will sound silly to you now, but I want you to learn to take better care of yourself.  No one is ever as hard on you as you are on yourself.  The self-imposed pressure you feel to work harder and be stronger will take its toll on you.  I want you to work less and smile more.  To worry less and play more.  To focus less on the end goal and more on enjoying the journey.  The sooner you embrace the idea of nurturing yourself, the happier you will be.

One way to do that is to know that the whole ‘good girl’ thing is WAY over rated.  Really give some thought to what you want and what you love to do.  Stop making life decisions based on what you think you’re supposed to do.  Your attempts to please the world will lead you in a difficult and ultimately pointless direction.  Just do what you want – it will be better than OK.

Another way to nurture yourself is to embrace the knowledge that you look gorgeous!  For heaven sake, spend less time, energy and money worrying that you don’t.  Honey, just enjoy it while it lasts.  Because it turns out that your body isn’t so good at pregnancy.  Your children, although healthy and beautiful, will do irreparable damage to your body.  You may not believe it now, but they are more than worth the sacrifice.  It would be nice though to have your cheekbones, waistline, and spinal integrity back.  But I digress.

Because you’re you, you rarely choose a smooth path.  Doing things the hard way seems to be interwoven into your DNA.  It toughens you, which is a mixed blessing.  The life that you make for yourself includes incredible highs and wrenching lows.  But you are far, far more blessed than most.  So loosen your grip a little and enjoy your life – it’s a good one.

I love you -

M

Maybe This Is Stupid But…

Wednesday, April 28th, 2010

Please excuse me for breathing.

One of my pet peeves got aggravated today.  Rather than getting snarky with the unsuspecting souls at the office, I’m here blog ranting at you instead.

It bugs the ever loving shit out of me when women apologize.  Not when they have actually done something wrong like, “I’m sorry I stepped on your toe.” Or “I’m so sorry that I mispronounced your name.”  That’s fine.  I mean women who apologize as part of their personalities.  Women who lead with an apology every time they speak.  “I’m so sorry to bother you, but…” and “Maybe this is a stupid question, but…”  Stop it!  You have as much right to speak as anyone.  You are only less if you think you are.  If you tell them you are stupid, they will believe you!

The world is not an easy place, especially the corporate world.  Survival means not making yourself small.  Stand straight, speak with a strong voice and don’t apologize for taking up the space that you occupy!

Thank you for indulging me in this rant.  I’m so sorry if it made anyone uncomfortable.

Playing Hooky

Friday, April 9th, 2010

Perhaps I should become a woman of leisure.

I called in sick to work yesterday.  My only symptoms were tiredness and crankiness, but I looked at my strangely empty calendar for the day and thought, “Fuck it.  I’m staying home.”  I threw on jeans and a hat and dropped off the kids early to avoid being spotted and having to explain myself.

When I got back to the house, I closed the door behind me and let the silence fill up my ears.  Imagine Maria dancing on the mountain in The Sound of Music.  This is precisely how I felt.  A whole day lay in front of me without obligations of any kind.  Being chore-free happens maybe once a year and the freedom makes me giddy.

How did I spend my special day?  First I went back to bed.  I read 50 pages of a novel (UNINTERRUPTED!!) and then slept 2½  hours.  Got up and had cheese and crackers and popsicles for lunch.  I sat on the couch to read the news online and watched a movie (UNINTERRUPTED!!).  At 3:00, I decided to brush my teeth and take a shower.

I feel rested and calm and decidedly un-cranky.

Maybe next time I play hooky, I’ll get a massage and invite someone to lunch and take a walk in the woods, but I am filled with gratitude for my day of simple solitude taking care of me.  Yay!

5 Lessons We Should Stop Teaching Girls

Monday, April 5th, 2010

“Men who don’t like women with brains don’t like women.”
- Mignon McLaughlin

As the mother of a daughter, I want to be deliberate in how I raise her with the hope that she can avoid the hang-ups and pitfalls that I have wrestled with.  While I have learned countless invaluable lessons from the women who raised, nurtured and mentored me, there are a few things that I wish we, as women, could un-learn.

Clear your plate. Whether you’re hungry or not, keep eating until all of the food is gone.  Take one look at me and you will know that I took this one to heart.
New lesson: We don’t want to be wasteful, so don’t put too much on your plate.  Listen to your body.  When you feel full, stop eating.

Be ladylike. How many of us suppress our thoughts and feelings because we don’t want to inconvenience anyone with them?
New lesson: Be considerate, but always speak your mind!

Ambition is not an attractive quality. And thus we limit ourselves.
New lesson: Reach for the stars.  Toot your own horn.  Conquer the world.  And make a ton of money while you’re at it.

It’s not polite to talk about money. Women miss out on hundreds of thousands of dollars over the course of a career because we’re not comfortable negotiating on our own behalf.
New lesson: Be discreet, but know what you’re worth and say so.  Once you earn it, you need to know how to manage it for yourself too.

He pushed you down on the playground because he likes you. What?!?
New lesson: No one gets to touch you without your permission.  Boys who really like you will not be mean to you.  He pushed you down because he’s an asshole.  Tell a grown-up and if it happens again, knock his block off.