John Lennon has a song with the same name as this post. It's a good song. I'm not a FEMINIST, but I do believe in "the radical notion that women are people" (apologies to the originator of that quote).
We make her paint her face and dance
If she won’t be slave, we say that she don’t love us
If she’s real, we say she’s trying to be a man
While putting her down we pretend that she is above us
We make her bear and raise our children
And then we leave her flat for being a fat old mother then
We tell her home is the only place she would be
Then we complain that she’s too unworldly to be our friend
We insult her everyday on TV
And wonder why she has no guts or confidence
When she’s young we kill her will to be free
While telling her not to be so smart we put her down for being so dumb
I had a conversation with a friend today that was like a Sex and the City moment. She was telling me about trying to break up with her boyfriend (who I have never met, but think she should break up with based on some of the stuff she has said) and she ended up not only not breaking up with him, but somehow apologizing at the end of the conversation for all of her faults.
Why do we do that to ourselves (yeah, I do it too)? Being a woman is awesome; why do we always end up apologizing for things we shouldn't?
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