There are only 24 hours to a day, I tell myself. Procrastination, thy vice is deadly.
Every woman has grooming issues. General Maintenance work, I call it. Manicures, pedicures, waxing, getting hair washed…general servicing to keep the vehicle running smooth. And I need to get ALL of that done in two nights. After work. Otherwise I’ll look like *insert metaphors about neanderthals*
Now I don’t want to get into the whole feminist/bear rebellion. Looking good and being intelligent may be two completely different things but I don’t think they are mutually exclusive, although for some girls, they are. If you want to look like something the cat dragged in, then that’s your prerogative. And fyi, bodily hair is appalling to most members of the human race.
Not wearing make-up is a personal choice, but not shaving your legs, that’s just lack of hygiene. Glorifying poor grooming under the pretext of feminism is not justified.
I, for one, believe in good grooming. And that its ok to tilt your head, flutter your eyelashes and smile coyly if the end result is the big cheese looking at your resume and going “Very impressive”. (As my colleague says “Jups can flirt over the phone!”)
Okay, focus. I know I JUST said I wouldn’t get into the feminist discussion. arghh.
But seriously, I think the feminism battle has moved way past the bra-burning days. (what were they thinking?) I think the battle is mostly the fight for the same things men want, becoming selfish like men, having grand careers, having sex without regret, not having children, not having to pretend to gush over children, making pots of money and doing all this while looking perfectly presentable. What’s wrong with that? Just because we suffer from a legacy of tolerance, grace, infinite love and productive wombs doesn’t mean we need to hold onto it. Give it up, because there is no good reason to stick to it. Men aren’t.
Sometimes chauvinism hits you when you least expect it. In a cab the other day, some assface cab driver was trying to make small talk by being a complete ass. and an intrusive one at that.
“How old are you?”
“Why don’t you tell me?”
“You don’t need to ask a woman her age”
“There is nothing wrong in asking a woman her age…blah blah…” (great…first he makes an gender-equality argument)
“Where are you from?”
“You should be an actress, why don’t you become an actress?” (like where the fuck did that come from?)
“Because I prefer getting by with my brains”
“Are you married?”
“I’m too young for it”
“Why don’t you get a boyfriend?” “You need to have a family to be happy, money won’t make you happy”
Why does age dictate marriage? Why do children dictate happiness? Its all movie propaganda. Happily ever after. My ass. Frankly, too much of this dreamism (yes, i invented the word) is being sold to us and we’re hopelessly buying it. NOBODY should be telling you when to get married, whom to get married to, how many kids to have and what positions to fornicate in. Least of all your family or your partner.
Its intrusive. And it doesn’t happen to men as much as it does to women. When my guyfriends tell cab-drivers that they’re 23 and single, the cab drivers suggest the best red-light district lanes. And when I do the same, I get a lecture on how to live my life from some good-for-nothing fool who is fifty years old and drives a taxi for a living.
And that’s the battle women need to win.
That, and a effective method of catching and castrating men who give HIV to their wives.
P.S. I wish I had the courage to give the cab driver a piece of my mind. But I didn’t because he made too much eye contact (especially for someone who needs to keep his eyes on the road) and he kept calling me “My dear” which I didn’t quite fancy. All in all, I don’t think its safe to mess with perverts-on-wheels. Not until I get a black belt in kickcrotch-kwan-do.