Break 'em rules, woman!
I don't really pay attention to text message forwards, but today I received one that absolutely caught my imagination.
Be the kind of woman that when your feet hit the floor every morning, the Devil says, "OH CRAP!!! She's up!!!!!"
(Irony of ironies, it was sent to me by a man!)
Oh! But it is so much fun to be this woman. You know, the dare-not-mess-with-me-else-I'll-make-you-shit-your-pants type. The one who would drag an eve-teaser (pardon the utterly trite and misleading term) by his collar and make him feel sorry for being born. The one who knows how to shut up the know-it-all moral police and carry off a sari as well as a skirt. The one who couldn't care less if her boyfriend/husband/current date earns more that her.
Definitely, one who doesn't try to fit into a certain mold of an ideal woman- the career type, the thinking-person's woman, the home-maker, the beauty queen. She choses to be just her own self. She could be, for instance, occasional expert chef, obsessive book reader (and buyer- and library membership collector), weekend couch potato, incurable foodie, foot-traveler, business maverick, insightful writer, pain-in-the-ass debater, music maestro, dancing diva, no-nonsense mother, intimidating boss, impatient wife/girlfriend/current date (oh god! the categories...), indignant employee, sensitive patron and talentless painter, fierce feminist, fiercer human rights activist- the list is endless.
Its a call to all women out there (okay, just the handful who read my blog), don't let society dictate terms to you. Tell you to talk softly, walk like you are balancing on a rope, manicure your hands, cover your legs or show 'em, be a CEO-cum-MOM or MOM-cum-CEO, have soft skin when it is frigging 2 degrees outside, wear high heals, power dress or dress down, NEVER cut your hair short (bah! the losers..), not to swear - especially in public, avoid chocolate fudge and gajar ka halwa.
In fact, my dear woman, fellow foot-traveler, do not break these stereotypes because I asked you to. Break 'em because you wish to!
Born free. Be free.
Be the kind of woman that when your feet hit the floor every morning, the Devil says, "OH CRAP!!! She's up!!!!!"
(Irony of ironies, it was sent to me by a man!)
Oh! But it is so much fun to be this woman. You know, the dare-not-mess-with-me-else-I'll-make-you-shit-your-pants type. The one who would drag an eve-teaser (pardon the utterly trite and misleading term) by his collar and make him feel sorry for being born. The one who knows how to shut up the know-it-all moral police and carry off a sari as well as a skirt. The one who couldn't care less if her boyfriend/husband/current date earns more that her.
Definitely, one who doesn't try to fit into a certain mold of an ideal woman- the career type, the thinking-person's woman, the home-maker, the beauty queen. She choses to be just her own self. She could be, for instance, occasional expert chef, obsessive book reader (and buyer- and library membership collector), weekend couch potato, incurable foodie, foot-traveler, business maverick, insightful writer, pain-in-the-ass debater, music maestro, dancing diva, no-nonsense mother, intimidating boss, impatient wife/girlfriend/current date (oh god! the categories...), indignant employee, sensitive patron and talentless painter, fierce feminist, fiercer human rights activist- the list is endless.
Its a call to all women out there (okay, just the handful who read my blog), don't let society dictate terms to you. Tell you to talk softly, walk like you are balancing on a rope, manicure your hands, cover your legs or show 'em, be a CEO-cum-MOM or MOM-cum-CEO, have soft skin when it is frigging 2 degrees outside, wear high heals, power dress or dress down, NEVER cut your hair short (bah! the losers..), not to swear - especially in public, avoid chocolate fudge and gajar ka halwa.
In fact, my dear woman, fellow foot-traveler, do not break these stereotypes because I asked you to. Break 'em because you wish to!
Born free. Be free.
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