I have a lot of history with various women. Some of this history I take pride in. Some of it I’m not so proud of. In essence, I find that the more history I have with myself; the better my history with women. I don’t know why or how this is; only that it “is”.
I can only attribute this to experience and growth. Any other causality escapes me. I’m certainly no sexist and believe that those who “can” should be allowed to “do” regardless of their genotype, i.e., the presence of a “Y” chromosome in the mix doesn’t make you qualified for anything in particular.
March is National Women’s History Month. This years theme is “Writing Women Back into History”; and while I’m all for celebrating who you are and what you’re all about I find the entire notion of the theme to appear to project a downtrodden feminist spun appearance to the entire observance … you know, womyn and other purveyors of militant misandry.
While I do recognize the subservient history evident as late as the 60s; it is my experience that women these days are sometimes given more than their fair share of “breaks” and most certainly there should not be any ‘Benson and Hedges’ ad style to all this going on.
The so-called ‘glass ceiling’ — oh and yes, the “good ole boy club” women in banking and other industries complain of may still certainly exist. I’m just saying that mechanisms exist by which they may be eliminated and that the best candidate should prevail in the workplace in lieu of promotion based on gender.
So flame away if you must … and forgive my arrogance, but I’ve worked for one conniving, lying, dullard educator too many — who just happens to be female, incompetent, and utterly unnoteworthy.
Happy National Women’s History Month. Now get out there and write that history … regardless of how much fluff it takes. Everybody has a special interest group anymore. It can’t just be “history” now.