Where I Draw the Line on Equal Rights
As an observer of a recent discussion on the topic of feminism, I found myself pondering just how much I support or stand against feminism.
Don’t get me wrong – I’m all for equal pay for equal work. I’m all for a woman’s right to vote and I stand firm in that a woman has a right to choose. What’s between a woman and her God is just that.
I do believe, however, there is a time when women should be women and men should be men.
If I were in a burning building trapped under a beam with a broken leg – I sure as heck don’t want some 115 lb. sheman wannabe coming after me. I want a stealth 190 lb. fit man with super strong arms coming after me. Not because he’d be nicer to look at, but because he could move the beam and carry me out.
Same goes for the police – If I have a fluffy kinda guy picking a fight with me or harassing me in any way and I call 911, I want them to send someone with a strong intimidation factor that’s based on strength and appearance, not some mini-chick with a taser who may have a severe case of PMS.
I believe feminism and equal rights should be drawn at the brains. Men and women can compete equally when it comes to brain power – but in strength and virility women just cannot compete.
I love being a girlie-girl. I love being a mother and I’ve even loved being a wife – though I sucked at choosing husband material and ended up divorced a couple’a times, it doesn’t change the fact that I am naturally nurturing. I love caring for my family – cooking, keeping a clean house and getting a manicure now and again. Feminist groups seem to make being a girlie-girl more and more difficult because it’s almost as if we are shamed for admiring the ways of June Cleaver or Harriet Nelson.
I know everyone has a solid opinion on this – and I respect yours, so feel free to share it.
One Response to “Where I Draw the Line on Equal Rights”
It’s so true though. The statements that are thrown out there with a backend defense of “feminism” are sometimes quite absurd. They range, of course, but some are outrageous.
Now, take this all with whatever grain of your choice, but while I’m pretty proud of the fact that I know I’m capable of trekking an acre and a half with a 50lb bag of feed on each shoulder without falling, and doing it daily… I’m also quite ecstatic when, as I said in the other discussion, I’m in a girly dress with my hair and nails done, wearing something sparkly on my earlobes, and I’m sitting across the table at a nice restaurant from a man who opened the door and pulled out my chair, and he orders for me. Yes, it makes me FEEL GOOD.
I enjoy tweezing my eyebrows into a pretty arch that shows off my mascara’d lashes and my green eyes.
I love lipstick.
Perfectly polished pink nails (fingers AND toes) make me smile.
I mentioned it already, but sparkly things amuse me.
Dresses. Are. Pretty.
I’m absolutely dying to be a wife and mom.
I’m a lot stronger, physically and emotionally, than most women I know.
I make more money, per hour, than many men I know. Often 3-4 times as much.
I can, and do, “man’s work” around the house (when I’m single). I prefer to have my man do it if and when I’m taken.
I vote every year.
Personally, I love knowing that I have the ability to do anything a man can do (and yes, maybe even better), but the smarts to know when to let him do it so I can spend more time painting my nails.