Just when we thought we were past all those old stereotypes about women we get quarterback Cam Newton calling our qualifications into question. But, I guess we shouldn’t be surprised. After all, the POTUS joked about grabbing women’s privates and even his women voters didn’t blink!
So, when I saw this image it made me stop and wonder about what we call freedom. It’s easy to look at women in other cultures and congratulate ours for evolving. I mean, look at us (Americans)! Our women get to be sports journalists and presidential candidates and we can even wear bikinis! Woohoo!
Nevermind that we get paid less and our credibility is often on the line, or that we can be twice as qualified for a job, but lose opportunities to men who are half as qualified. And, about those bikinis…why is it that we obsess about our bodies, or feel compelled to starve ourselves, or go into debt for surgeries that will perfect our bodies so that we can look more like the super models in the magazines when we put them on?
Oh yeah! To impress those men who refuse to acknowledge our intellect or talent, but love to look at our assets. Right.
Liberty and justice for all. Woo–hoo.
My sister and I have the unique privilege of sharing our birthday month. Though several years apart, there are only two days between our birthdays, so every year we celebrate together. This year, however, she is celebrating a milestone birthday, which she would prefer I didn’t bring attention to. For some reason this birthday, in particular, has her feeling anxious and her trepidation over this birthday has me thinking about birthdays in general. I must admit, the older I get, the less excited I am about my birthday too. Unlike my children who look forward to growing older with great joy, pretty much after 30 growing older became less and less fun for me! Let’s face it, everyone wants to grow up, but no one wants to get old. But, it’s going to happen to all of us whether we like it or not and as my husband pointed out, nobody wants the alternative either!
So, there has to be a more productive way to look at this birthday thing. If it’s inevitable we have to find a positive spin! I refuse to peer down the tunnel of my future as if it were a deep dark hole of despair! As Morgan Freeman’s character says in the movie Shawshank Redemption I only have two choices: I can either “get busy livin’ or get busy dyin’” and I don’t know about you, but I have a lot more living to do!
So, I see it like this. I’m going to assume that time is like money and I’m going to assume I have at least $100 to spend. I mean, no one knows just how much time they have, but why not plan for the best case scenario? If I’m 40 years old, then it’s like I have $60 left in my account. If I’m 60 years old it’s like I have $40 left. The question is, am I going to cry about the $60 or the $40 I spent already, or am I going to figure out a creative way to spend the money—or time—I have left?
Get busy livin’ or get busy dyin’…
If you’ll excuse me, I have some time left and some shopping to do!
Happy birthday to me (and my sis)!