I think feminism was a movement that we as women scrubbed. And I'm not one of those maids to find the husband to pay the hairdresser or who knows what the best way to remove carpet stains. No. I'm not living in the the past and terrified cry how times have changed! On the contrary. I think I'm the ideal that sought the liberation of women, occupied a management position, I live alone, I have a car, a double bed only when I want to share and many miles on my frequent flyer card. And I have no more than 35. I
power point presentations, chair meetings and have come out of my mouth hateful words like synergy, benchmarking or leverage. But also, I paint my nails, go to the gym, I do massage to keep the line short skirt and I use hair dye. Because to be successful, not just enough to have a good executive officer. It is essential to weigh less of 55 kilos.
And all this scenery of freedom, independence and professional triumphs, we must add a mother who is waiting to give him a grandchild, a lot of raw comment that you left the train and several co-workers and repeat that is something that you walk alone, "because the old has to be totally screwed."
What the hell involves being a woman today? About thirty rounds, we lost in the response. If you are successful professionally, men are scared, because, although they say no, the male is to remain male, and will not be next to someone who takes the applause. If you're so owner of you that you dare to ask for what you want, be careful: you have to know where the happy medium between the satisfaction of the erotic and for the other it is the beginning of a prostitute disguised. If you pay the account, offend, if not paid, "stingy", "with all that money and not invited? If you have a child, sorry, you had so much future ahead ..! If you do not, what do you expect?, To step that you have a grandson!
feminism would have been perfect, if the loaded us on the shoulder all these responsibilities that were previously male, we could download some considered own femininity.
The real triumph of the women would have if the pair of angry shouts of the women's equality and independence, we heard the heavy baritone voices demanding the legitimate right to learn to board. If the streets had been filled with banners demanding the right to enter the kitchen without limitation, access to the knowledge of using the pressure cooker and the constitutional guarantee of being able to leave the board to assist the delivery of letters for children . And what about welfare reform which establishes two hours of leave for dads could go home, change diapers and feed the child.
But no. We ask for equal work, financial responsibilities and professional obligations, but never put aside the duty to be a mom, if wife, keeping house and preparing breakfast.
confess that I would like the buttocks will overflow with my pants without that I cared. I'd love to know how to prepare a stew. A man I opened the door and I ran the chair. Not having to say smart things all the time. View my breasts to burst and breastfeed my son. Be simple. Make a family and my husband's consent.
A veces, cuando en la mitad de una junta todos hablan y compiten por mostrar quién es el más brillante de la sala, me imagino como sería estar discutiendo con mis amigas con qué se quitan las manchas del tapete, cuál será el menú para la cena y cuál el mejor regalo de cumpleaños para mi marido. Antes de apurarnos, porque es hora de irnos para la peluquería.
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