Does my burned bra still fit? If I could even find it to give it a try...

I’m going to add my inflation-affected $2 to IamTammy’s blog about what women have gotten by burning bra’s, metaphorically. After I’ve had my say, I’ll send you her way!

A friend and I were recently lamenting our incredibly full schedules, how we work all the time, have little time (or money) for social events, AND, get this, we don’t even have children or husbands. We cannot imagine the impossibility of this. These women who work outside of the home and have families are SUPERWOMEN. But women are also catching up to men in things statistically male, like heart attacks. What a surprise.

Men, hear ye, hear ye, I know a lot of you out there are helping around the house, but if you’re not, or you help “just enough to keep her quiet�, this is how it is for dual income homes: if you work 40 hours, she works 80, if you work 60, she works 120. Whatever you feel is beyond your capacity, she works double that. The sexual revolution only worked on half the species - women. We now get to work AND take care of the home. We just doubled

So what about my friend and I. Yes, we have benefitted, and set free to not be considered freaks as single, unmarried working women - BY CHOICE. That is a gift, and I owe a huge ‘thank you’ to the past generations. We also need to let married women stay home, and work only ONE job - the home one; allow them to do that and feel honored and respected, because we have also given them CHOICE. Do you understand the word choice? It means we can do one or the other or both, by our own volition and be free to do it, and be respected for it?

Nobody said that we all had to burn our bras, just those who felt the incredible need to do so. And many did. Many are still thrilled by that choice. A few are now regretting it, but feel trapped. A few are changing their minds, and boldly putting their bras back on! Let them. It’s okay. Really. It does not demean what others of us do.

Oh yes, back to me. I am 40 years old, never been married, never had kids, not fat and ugly, all you stereotyping people out there conjuring up, once again, NON-CHOICE images. I grew up being told I can be anything I wanted to be. So I have been. In fact I’ve been several things. And now I’m trying to be several more things all at once - things I love, and really, really wish would bring in a little more cash. So I work like crazy, some people say all the time.

I don’t date a whole lot, because of the time, and because guys smother me. They want to be around me every free second I have, and talk about feelings, and where is this going. Give me some space already. I’ve worked a long day, I’m exhausted, I just want to sit down and put my feet up and relax for a few minutes without having to answer to all of life’s demands. My home is supposed to be a sanctuary. By the way, this place is a pig sty, doesn’t anybody do anything around here. And where’s my dinner, I’m famished, I worked right through lunch. HONEY! When will dinner be ready? Oh yeah, I forgot. I’m single, no husband, no kids.

I do believe I’ve turned into a man! In fact I’m starting to understand why men just don’t get the whole feminism thing. Why would anybody WANT this?

Go take a read at IamTammy’s blog - Burn Your Bra or Burn Your Dinner