Men despite their best efforts are still suckers for a damsel in distress.  I ask you why would I want to give that kind of thing up.  I hate opening my own doors, paying for my own dinner, and moving heavy stuff around my apartment.  And if putting out will get me free food….then baby let me whore away. 

We are women…we don't need men but they are useful. Can your vibrator buy you lingerie?

Let's take this thing apart:

When we were allowed to be delicate flowers left to bloom, not a care in the world, a woman's life was simple.  The men took care of us.  Sure you had to endure the occasional beating or cheating hubby but what did you gain?  You were left to be soft, pure, supple, and  people watched what they said around you. Imagine.

Now that we are our own women, we have all of the burden of the bread winner decision maker and child bearer. But if we have a husband he gets to take all of the glory.  Pardon me for being selfish here, but give me my glory.  The kid takes his name, you take his name, the house, bills, and mail all come in his name.  Invitations and such come addressed to Mr. and Mrs.  Somelastname. His last name! or worse yet, Mr. Somelastname and Wife.

If the guy kicked off you went to live with family or you could become a servant/hand maid (ok a sucky hard existence but still you were for the most part sheltered and soft).  In some cultures his brother has to marry you and take care of you. 

Now if a man kicks it you are straddled with his debt, taxes, and  not to mention burial costs. 

Some days I wish I did not have to worry about how the bills were going to get paid or what I was going to do with my life.  We are still in this place if you think about it only now our careers are dictated to us, we have to work like animals and still be meek and helpless at home.  Just pick one already.  My question is do we really want to be equal.

       To be equal here is what we would have to give up
              Doors being opened

              Dinners purchased on all dates

              engagement rings

              The option of housewifery

              Protection from the draft

              Protection from combat

Ladies night

              All manner of  late night road side car repair done by a knight in shining armor.

I could go on, but… as you can see it would be redundant.

Of course, I am thankful everyday that I don't have to wear a corset or nylons or worse yet wool stockings.  I love the fact that I don’t have to answer to anyone.   I like that I can vote, read , write and go to a sperm bank.  I just don't think we should be so gung-ho about this equality thing.  We don't really want it.  We want the best of both worlds.  I like the options I have.  Being able to choose which life I want, sometimes I do ask if it's all worth it.  Could I be happy just resting and being beautiful, how long would it take for that charm to wear off?  Could I get used to it?  I would certainly like to try…but noooo that  has been taken from me by the feminists ahead of me.  How selfish of them.

Now being a southern woman I appreciate the stronger side of a man, the part of him that foolishly thinks he is in control.   Again…who is the weaker sex.  Who is out there breaking his back to bring food and shelter to his mate.  Who is the victim of the honey-do list?  Who gets to move all the heavy stuff?  Do I need to go on?

Stay tuned for How to use your Southern Wiles to get what you want.