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ATTENTION: Small Rant Alert….
Being a woman in a first world country; and your political leanings, race, socio-economic status aside, I have to say that for the most part, women are out of problems….
We have the fattest and richest poor people on the planet. We enjoy technology and prosperity like no one else. We can get what amounts to the best in our own price range on any number of consumer goods. Our medical care is top notch, we can enjoy success in just about any job field and we are safer and more self actualized than any other group of women on the planet.
Yet, we women have found time and energy to run our beautifully lipsticked pie-holes about our pretend problems to other women and listen to them do the same.
Conversation I overheard while standing in line at Starbucks recently (see, First world problems).
She 1: “After this, I am headed to the gym, to work on my ever expanding ass” (bitch please, you are a size 3)
She 2: “Me too, after a stop at the surgeons office for the consult on my reduction surgery” (C+ cup, maybe)
As a woman, I overhear or get to try to avoid about 2,381 conversations like this every damn day. They come from women of every size, race, and political stripe. If there are two things we women have in common, it is that we hate how we look and we hate how other women look. My man-friend explained some time ago to me, and I struggle with it daily; “Baby, don’t be “too” just be “you”
This is why I am about 98 percent sure that there will never be a female president, even though I think that there are many qualified candidates (on the right at least). Bitches just hate on each other.
I saw it in 2008. Women I knew weren’t going to vote for Sarah Palin, even if she was the last woman on Earth because she was “too.” Too conservative, too pretty, too stupid, too tall, too perfect, and on and on…. It was like being in home-room 6 weeks before prom. As women in a First World nation, we have had to invent our traumas to feel alive. We will no doubt project those onto any candidate for public office, especially if they are a woman.
I think much of this obsession comes from living in a body of constant change. Everything on us is either expanding or contracting, drooping or lifting and sometimes doing both. I try to tell my man-friend that for him, it would be like living in a house that the floor plan changes on everyday and trying to remember where you put your tools and your coffee cup. “Simple, in the garage.” he says.
It is like talking to a cross town bus with him sometimes. This is why I both love him and hate him at the same time…
But to my point, we spend our lives as woman seeking to find that place where we can concentrate on other things and issues of greater importance, only to be distracted by whether this shirt I am wearing today makes my tits look too big and when was it I had my last dye job because someone at work is going to notice, someone I don’t know is going to have an opinion, someone I have never met is going to tell someone else they saw you wearing that shirt with your mams hanging out blah blah blah.
I suppose it could be worse. We could live under Sharia Law, or be married to Anthony Wiener with your maiden name being Holder (put that hyphenated name on your desk name plate and see what happens), but as women, we could be a force of nature (literally) if we could get our collective acts together and stop worrying about whether the amount of pretty that Sarah Palin has, or Mary-Katherine Hamm has, or Ann Coulter has over-rules anything of value they might have to say regarding voter fraud, liberal media bias or current events.
We women are the ultimate assassins of the messenger, especially if she is prettier than us, has a better looking husband, or makes more money. And as a conservative woman, we need to get our collective acts together and get the younger generations of women involved and motivated about their politics and less about what their Facebook friends think of their new shoes. If we don’t, in about a generation, women will be exactly what liberals want us to be, and contrary to what liberals tell you, like my man-friend says “that ain’t a place you wanna be.”
I would love to live in a world where we women could just knock this crap off. It gets old, it makes me tired and every woman everywhere doesn’t need the aggravation. We are dealing with a thousand separate problems.
So what do you think? Does this opinion make my butt look big?
Ricki says: Thank you. This is the best thing I’ve read in a while! And the sisters need to get it together.
John Carter says: I don’t see liberal women behaving this way, probably because most don’t give a damn how they look. Which is why I see a real possibility that Hillary could be the next President. We finally elected a 1/2 black man, but we haven’t elected a woman, or a closet lesbian, or an alcoholic with a serial rapist husband. And it’s time now to do those things at once.
I’m liking the “don’t be TOO, …be YOU” comment. As an older woman, who was delivered of fiendish vanity years ago, I still believe we gals should never give up on caring, that is the maintenance, on our selves. Perhaps we should just stop fretting over it. I’ve known woman who are ‘free from this vanity thing’ in total … and it ain’t pretty. My husband tells me, when I have fretted, that I’ve never fallen outside the parameters of ‘attractive’. I am learning to appreciate that.
Merle says: First off, this is a male viewpoint.
I have impressed this message on my female family members since the late 60’s.
Welcome to the fight!
MR Merle Morrison
Dave says: I like your point Dejah. I think some people miss that what you are saying in your rant, which is that women should stop worrying so much about things that are not really problems and getting involved in things that are.
Jodi G. says: This ^^^
Women have always been other women’s worst enemies!
I am continually amused at all of the things women put themselves through, in competition with other women. Why on God’s earth would anybody wear high heels, especially stilettos or those ridiculous platform shoes? They change your natural gait and damage your feet and ankles. Why would women stand in front of a mirror, using a brush to put gunk on their eyelashes, a fraction of an inch away from their eyes? Why would women load up their faces with foundation and rouge and eye shadow and lipstick; don’t y’all have any idea what it’s like to kiss that? The only reason women have to do that is because other women are doing it!
A hundred years ago, very few women shaved their legs and underarms. Fifty years ago, every woman had to shave her legs and underarms, or she’d have been the grossest creature alive, but somehow, some way, men had found women attractive enough before all of that. And now, y’all even have to shave your genitals to be considered truly chic. Oddly enough, human reproduction not only proceeded well enough before all of this, but now that all of this is de rigueur, it seems that a whole bunch of men would rather sleep with other men! Coincidence?
If there was one thing that the pathetic, unisex Mao suit in China proved, it was that men still liked women without all of the crap women think they have to do.
All of the things about which the Princess of Mars ranted, if women all stopped doing them, men would still be interested in them.
RheaRhea wrote:
My husband tells me, when I have fretted, that I’ve never fallen outside the parameters of ‘attractive’.
Men see women when they first wake up in the morning, with no makeup, with messy hair and morning breath. We see you when you are sick, we see you when you are dirty, we see you when you are too tired to give a hoot, we see you when you are pregnant or bloated or have apiece of spinach stuck between your teeth. We know when you’re having your periods, we can tell when you stink, and we see you when you are crabby or angry, and we still keep coming back.
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