I have a social theory. I think we may possibly be setting our daughters up for a spot of misery. And let me tell you why…

Have you noticed how many women are described as “formidable” these days? Like… ALL of them? So many that it is now really kind of NORMAL to be this astonishing paragon of professional productivity/community activism/domestic engineer extraordinaire?

And as we formidable women form, and step into our roles as wife-mother-worker-volunteer-king-queen-boss-of-all, where are our MEN? Why, they are on the couch! Or at the bar, or the ball field, or the cabin, or wherever they can be to just stay the hell our of our way because we’ve got shit to do, dammit, and they’re really just in the way. They are fading, right out of the picture.

So I ask you, Formidable Women = Fading Men?

Well, the hell with that, I say. Going to focus some of my formidable on making THAT little dynamic different, and it starts right now…

I recently learned that sometimes, if I want someone (*cough* my husband *cough*) to do something, to participate in our lives, then I need to get the hell out of the way first.

Wow, Dear Reader, long time no type!

I’ve entered an interesting new phase in my life: graduate student. Now, I know, I’ve been here before, and that didn’t turn out so well. But this time is  different!

I have started the coursework to acquire my Masters of Library and Information Sciences, at Wayne State University. It is an all online program, and we have just completed our second week of classes.

I can effectively say I am getting my ass handed to me.

I’m not struggling conceptually (yet) (give it time), but the sheer amount of TIME required to read through all the materials is at first blush a little daunting. I have a theory, given my cursory review of the third week’s lecture materials, that they are making an effort to cull the herd while the faint of heart can still get a %100 tuition refund.

So far? I. LOVE. IT. LLLUUUUUUUVVVVV.

If you had told me 20 years ago to be a librarian, I would have grimaced involuntarily, tepidly acknowledged your suggestion, and dismissed the idea out of hand. Some things have to ripen in their own time. I am exactly where I want to be, at exactly the right time in my life. Professionally speaking.

Personally? Well, greedy Reader, that will have to wait for another episode of Injudicious Blogging propelled by Too Much Tequila.