Tuesday, October 30, 2018

The Second Sex (not Simone deBeauvoir Style)

I am a woman, a girl.  And with that comes many social responsibilities.  I have to tend to the house.  I have to tend to the children.  I have to make all the appointments.  I am (somehow, inexplicably) the one who decides who's getting laid.  And when.  I have to figure out all the financial, educational, personal, and maintenance issues of the household.  Even when my husband and I lived together, I was all of the roles in the household. 

This is bullshit. 

Fuck gender politics.  I just want to be an individual.  I should not be defined by the antiquated bullshit which accompanies being a girl.  And men shouldn't have to subscribe to roles which were defined far before they were born. 

Do I want to be taken care of?  Sometimes, yes.  It would be great to have someone, sometimes, who offers to help me or to fix things or to assist with the manual labor of the household (inside and out).  But I cannot find this person.  So I accept being alone.  I accept that in terms of having a partner, I will never have that element of life. 

To be honest, I don't even know why I'm writing this, except that sometimes it helps to shout the feeling-words into the internet void in order to purge them.  I am pissed at all the significant people in my life, because none of them care enough to help maintain our living space or to incorporate other people's needs into their own, selfish, narrow version of life.

I wish people didn't treat me this way because I'm female.  I wish I could say that people treat me like a maid or a doormat or a means-to-an-end in a non-gender-related way.  To be be fair, sometimes they do.  Sometimes people just suck, in general.  But being a target based on other people's impression of women (meaning I am intrinsically maternal all the time and should compromise everything for everyone), is bullshit.

Done.

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