The Rambling Feminist

After years of close observation and astute attention to subtle nuance and details, I have come to conclude that women have the upper hand.







Let's look at history. For a while, women weren't allowed to vote. They were relegated to the kitchen, and got lower pay while doing the same work. Man sits on his throne, knowing he is head of the house, but women know the real truth: they are the neck that turns the head.

Today, the old patriarchy is on its last leg. Women run countries, corporations, fly into space, go to war (I'm not sure that's really a bonus), and are members of the Supreme Court. I say go for it, sister.

Obviously man is God's 'beta test' model. Women use more words, remember more, and generally have faster processing speeds. Because I'm a man, I can't remember the rest.

There is the mother thing. Men can beat their chest and swing from the vine, proclaiming they are self made. A rock. An island. But they came from a woman and spend the rest of their lives chasing women. As Bono said, "All because of you, I am." Can't argue with Bono.

Now, I'm not going to get a sex change. I'm factory original and I'm going to stay that way. However, if I were a woman, there are some things I would defiantly do. Like wearing certain styles of sunglasses. This post came about because of an example of mindless objectification that showed up in my email; a thin young blond girl who was supposedly caught chatting on the phone while flashing herself. I liked her sunglasses. Big Jackie Kennedy sunglasses. If I were a chick, I would have four or five pairs of them.

How's that for a rambling post?