Monday, April 8, 2013

It's a Grisly Affair

When I was little, I thought Barbie was what being a grown-up woman was all about.  She was a doctor/veterinarian with impeccable clothes and hair who balanced her career, glamorous outings with Ken (or more likely, G.I. Joe) on the jet-ski, and possibly a family (a beautiful, silent baby) with ease and long vacations to Italy.

When I was little, I was stupid.

Here is what being an adult woman is really like:

  • WORKWORKWORKWORKWORKWORKWORKweekend.
  • BILLSBILLSBILLSBILLSBILLSBILLSBILLSBILLSmoney?
  • NO ONE REALLY LOOKS LIKE THE KARDASHIANS DO ON TV.  THE KARDASHIANS DON'T EVEN LOOK LIKE THE KARDASHIANS DO ON TV.  Stop judging my sweatpants.
  • Uncomfortable bras, and worst of all, strapless bras.
  • You only get your period when you think it's safe to wear your favorite underwear.
  • I could go out.  Or I could stay in, gorge on pizza puffs, watch bad television, and be in bed before the ten o'clock news.
  • That event so awful I won't name it here.  (But it involves stirrups and a vicious lie along the lines of, "It'll just be a pinch.")
  • Wolf whistles.
  • Grubby children pulling your birth control out of your purse in front of mixed company.
  • Childbirth war stories.  (Seriously--can mothers answer me why none of you seem to have PTSD?)
  • The expectation of the general populace that you just can't wait to experience that particular miracle.
And what women have to look forward to:

  • Smashing, painful mammograms.  For years.
  • Menopause and the accompanying misery.  For years.
  • Death.
Surprisingly, I'm not saying being a woman is such a bad thing.  It's worked out pretty well for me so far.  I'm just saying, thank the ladies in your life for being seriously hardcore.  And that maybe women deserve a little something for tolerating all the shit we do--like the Permanent Fund Dividend in Alaska, where they give you money for living there year-round.

Because, fuck.



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(True:  Today I had the grisly distinction of bearing witness to several women's very detailed discussion of mammograms.  I am suddenly terrified of life.)

2 comments:

  1. I had a mammogram....no biggie...your breast seemed to be made into chicken cutlets...a little embarassing having someone move around your boob...but over yay! love the shark pic!

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    1. That's kind of a relief? I don't know about the whole chicken cutlets thing... That doesn't sound very comfortable...

      Also, I miss your face.

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