Being Female In 2010

I am so annoyed. I know, I know, great way to start a blog once again. I am just brimming with world shattering introductions.

But seriously, I am over this now.

Women fought for equal rights and equal opportunities and the right not to be referred to by a condescending name such as "sugar" accompanied with a slap on the butt and an over exaggerated wink.

Women were burning there bras (which were WAY ugly back then) so that they could be themselves and not have to fit into a mould. Women wanted to show their strengths without having men doubt them. We wanted to think for ourselves. Be ourselves. Make our own decisions and at the end of it all, get what WE WANT.

So then WHY OH WHY does that rule not apply to men???

Why is it, that I can decide for myself education, clothing, whether to marry or not, whether to have children or not, whether to stay at home or be a career orientated woman? Why can I be the CEO of a international company, hire and fire, and make decisions and it's OK. Yet the moment I find a man I want, I can not go after him with the same zealous attitude I would have in conquering a goal, or a mountain, or a promotion, or a competition?? What the eff makes men so god damn special that I have to wait for THEM to decide?!

Arg, and I get so annoyed because why is it I am allowed to know what I want with every aspect of my life, and I am encouraged to go get it with absolute gumption, yet when it's a man I can not.

This is apparently something I just need to "deal with" in life. Knowing what I want seems to be somewhat of a curse, when applicable to the male species. It makes me come across as "desperate". Or "too forward." What ever happened to DECISIVE.

I want to conquer the world. I want to reach my goals and live my dreams yet i am somewhat harnessed back by the fact that when it comes to males the decision isn't all mine! We have to play this stupid game. I DON'T HAVE TIME FOR GAMES. I have a life to live, and unfortunately for you, it's FIFO: Fit In Or ---- You fill in the blanks.

It's so frustrating and I don't see why I have to settle if I want happiness, no where in settling does it say I will be content and happy. And how will I live with myself knowing I short changed what I deserve. That's no way for me to live. And quite frankly I refuse to be that way.

I once attempted to change who I was to be perfect for someone else, I refuse to do that to myself anymore. If a man can not handle the fact that I am wonderful and fabulous and forward and don't play games, express exactly how I feel so they know exactly where they stand with me, they can take a long jump off a short plank as far as I'm concerned.

I'm over it. I'm so, so very done with it. And that's sad. The fact that I would have once upon a time censored myself and self-monitored my public-self and I now could care less. Its very sad actually.

And he, who can not handle me at my fabulous best, sure as hell does not deserve me in their life. Which is a pity that he's about to lose the best damn thing to happen to him; and I can say that in confidence since he told me himself.