A Day Without Women
I am so over hearing about the International Women’s Day and A Day Without Women and all of the other silly marches that people have come up with lately to tout their own self observed importance. The later of the two really put me over the edge. Who are the women of the country to stand up and say hey we are more important than anyone else, you need to know it, we are not working today and if you don’t like it tuff. Of course women would be missed if they were gone for a day, but so would the men. I would hope any group or individual gone for a day be missed for who they are and what they contribute to life. It is just so indicative of just how selfish and self-centered we have become not just as a nation but as individuals. It is all about me.
Now don’t get me wrong, I am all for equal rights, equal pay scales for equally qualified job skills and equal opportunities. But with that said the fact is that I am not a man and I have never wanted to be a man. I like being a woman and I do not just believe, but know that God did create us differently. The fact is that there are things a man can do that I cannot and will not ever be able to do. And with that said, the overwhelming number of things a man can do that I can’t, I have no desire to be able to do now or in the future! On the other side of the coin, there are things that we women can do that a man will never be able to do and as in my case, I assume that a man would never want to do those things either. If we women were being honest, the majority of occupations still held predominately by males are because we by choice have not pursued those fields, not because we have been kept out. An example is coal mining. Coal mines have had open opportunities for women for many years now, but women have not chosen to go underground because it is filthy, dirty, nasty, heavy work that is performed miles underground. Others that come to mind are diesel mechanics, carpenters, scientists, steel workers and the list goes on. There are many who would and in fact have said, that the work I did with horses for years was not safe or fit for a woman, but I loved it and it suited me. However there were times when as a woman I had concede that I physically was outmatched and needed to bow out. So my theory is, if you want to do it and you have the physical and mental strength to do it, do it and I really think that is the prevailing thought in the country today.
So to sum things up as I see it, lets stop tooting our own horn and all play nice in the sand box together. My husband helps me all the time around the house and I help him with all sorts of jobs in the shop. We all matter, we all count and we are all important. We all bring something special to the table. It may sound corny but truly it doesn’t matter what our sex, what our color, our religious affiliation, God created us all of equal importance and loves us the same. Do we not owe it to others as well as to ourselves to love in kind?
Until we meet here again, I pray God bless you and keep your loved ones safe.