That's me in the pink. Man I was cute. |
I watched Ally McBeal hoping that my grown up life would be as zany, glamorous and successful. Surrounded my hot men, taken on fabulous dates, going to fabulous locations, being serenaded by Robert Downey Jr…..Oh Robert *looks off wistfully in to space*
Oh
16 year old self how wrong you were. The
reality of being a grown up is a bit different, and mildly boring. Although some of us women in the world are
blessed with glamorous, creative and fun work environments not all of us are
that lucky.
There
is mundane bureaucracy, office politics, bitchy colleagues, working late for no
overtime (or recognition).
There’s
housework, broken down appliances, ailing parents, recession, redundancy,
credit card bills, funerals, biological clocks, misogynists and the glass
ceiling.
The
glamour and romance of your imaginings is often fleeting and overwhelmed by the
mundanity of everyday life. Men are not
going to serenade you. Robert Downey Jr
is not going to know that you exist.
But
oh 16 year old self, lets not say that everything about being a woman is
bad. I feel waaay more confident about myself. OK I’m short, fat, and incredibly short
sighted. But man I make this shit look
hot. Yeah I like to look nice and am
perpetually on a diet, but I am the most comfortable with who I am and what I
look like, imperfections and all, than I have been ever. All of the neurotic Ally McBeal shit? Nope, I am freaking awesome.
There
are cocktail hours, babies, the ability to question expectations, high heels,
the opportunity to make your own choices, to break barriers, and men with
beards.
There
are beer festivals, scary movies, weddings, christenings, and parties, learning
to cook, choosing your friends, staying up late, and discovering yourself.
I
love being a woman, but bloody hell it is hard sometimes.
Would
I want to be a man?
Well….
I could pee standing up. I wouldn’t be
judged for not wearing makeup. Prospective
employers wouldn’t ask for little hints about my personal life to see if I was planning
to get up the duff. I could do my hair
in less than 5 minutes. I could like the
stuff I like with out people being surprised (“Star Wars? Really?”).
No. I wouldn’t want to be a guy. Regardless of all of the societal, social and
personal pressures you are put under by having an innie rather than having an
outie, being a girl is great. In fact it
is bloody fantastic.
16
year old self, keep having those fantasies because even though real life isn’t always
as glamorous as you think it might be, in so many respects it s even better
than you imagined.