The world is crazier than most people know. But I know. I was a clinical social worker for forty years. I am a witness. I retired from social work to write about the sad, the mad, and the savage; with whom I have spent most of my life. I have decided to translate these stories into fiction, because, as a co-worker once said, "You couldn't make this sh*t up. No one would believe you."

Wednesday, March 28, 2012

The Whirl of Being a Girl

We can:
  •      work an extra job to afford birth control
  •      be sluts when we get it
  •      decide we can't afford it
  •      quit having sex
  •      and who would the guys sleep with then????
  •      maybe we shouldn't answer that one
When I was a kid, I was a tomboy. I wanted my mother to call me Bobby, and she did, so that I would go the f*ck to sleep.

When I was a teenager I was torn between wanting to be pretty and wanting to beat the shit out of something.


As a young woman, I wanted man-skills as much as I wanted a man. I finally got married, but not until I learned how to do tune-ups on my own car and build a picnic table. Who knew if you could count on him?

As an old woman I am grateful for:
  • the vote (Oh Lord, don't let them take it back!)
  • being too old to get pregnant
  • ending my career before my pay goes down even more
  • not giving a damn what the world thinks of me.
In the current climate, I fear for women's equality. Barefoot, pregnant, and in the kitchen would be a possibility, except that since 99% of men can no longer be the sole support of a family, I suspect it will be barefoot, pregnant, and in the alley. Sigh. 




4 comments:

  1. Dire predictions, Janey. What would Jane of the Jungle do in such a crisis?

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    1. Hi nothingprofound: shoot everyone that got in her way and take their wallets!

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  2. Aw, Lian, that'd just be mean....:)

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  3. "bobby" haha that was funny =)
    nice post.

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