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.