stamped and mailed

dear society,

you're so confusing. at 22.42, i have this innate feeling that i'm never gonna figure you out. for a while there, as a naive kiddo sheltered in a girls school that promoted power and strength (while somehow still managing to bind us to ancient patriarchal traditions), i thought that it was pretty clear. ummm wrong. in fact, it's not clear at all.

this whole thing about girl power? nada. nono, i'm not saying that women aren't unable (whoa, quadruple negative there = "yes, i think that woman are able") to achieve great things and stand atop the mountain, having blasted through the so-called glass ceiling and conquered everest in the process. but at the same time, as i sit here mundanely near capitol hill, i'm surrounded by old white dudes whose family lineages probably all link up somewhere in past history. there's one black senator; there are a handful of female senators and reps. lame. and the secretary of state is a complete moron: so much for showing what great minds and morals women have. it's about proving yourself -- not about proving your "womanhood", ugh.

so here's the other thing: i like cooking! i don't mind cleaning... (unless there's poop and/or large bugs involved). and as much as you'd like to deny it, oh society, looks and appearances play a role like no other. kiddos would be grand fun, and i've realized that i don't have a ginormous desire to climb the corporate ladder in an ugly pantsuit and even-more-boring black heels in order to boss some lowly dude around. i'd rather work with animals or more REAL issues, or the environment, or art, or bio, or whatever really, and NOT be controlled by the salary that i'm offered. gah, society, you smell. i'm gonna go eat my lunch.

unsincerely,
steph