April 29, 2010 Leave a comment
I’m a dependent lady. I say it with ease because I have been saying it since I can remember. I have never understood the fanfare of women proud to be doing it all on their own. That sounds like a very hard life to live. Am I capable of doing it all my own? No. I need family, friends, and colleagues -a solid support system. I have spent the last 28 years of life building such support system.
But do you need a man? Yes. I do not like taking out the trash, or mowing the grass, or sitting at the car shop. Sure I CAN do all of these things, but I much, much rather not. I thoroughly enjoy the perks of being a lady. I enjoy having doors opened, chairs pulled out, and him walking on the outside of the sidewalk.
My family and friends know I cook a marvelous ham and a wonderful turkey, but I can’t carve it. I have tried, I failed. I need a man to carve it. I do. Additionally, I’m a little short, a tad, so I often can’t reach things in high places. I could get a chair or stool and pull it over, climb up, climb down, replace the chair (sigh, I’m tired just from typing that). I would much rather to look around, find him watching me struggle and already approaching to help. You see? It is much easier this way- the way it was intended- to have someone to help, to balance, and protect. I personally don’t think it is nothing wrong with saying that aloud. We think it. Men, real men, pride themselves in it. I’m a lady that is proud of the remarkable abilities, undeniable strength, and uncanny resilience that encompasses womanhood. However, I can appreciate our innate limitations (men obviously have their own as well). I can embrace the value of having a good man.
Please note I am absolutely aware men do much more than the listed. This has been oversimplified and reduced in the interest of time and scope.