To all the ladies marching across the country, good on ya. I love that I live in a country where women have the right to do that. Even if I don’t get behind the reason for a particular protest or march, I love the idea of them.
But I gotta tell ya, I’m feeling a bit of irony in the girl power thing. In my experience with this life (and I’ve had my fair share of experiences), it isn’t men who have treated me unkind. It isn’t men who have judged me harshly, bullied me, or attempted to make me feel inferior. As a matter of fact, I have quite often used my gender to flirt my way into getting what I want or need in my job. Ladies, if you say you have never done that, I suspect you are only fooling yourself.
Whom, you may ask has treated me most unkind? Truth bomb: women. Women have said terrible things about me, called names, said that I have behaved unethically, made me question whether or not I am a good parent and step parent.
We are unkind to each other, ladies. Mean. Bullies.
Here’s the thing. I am raising three women. I am constantly trying to reevaluate whether or not I am doing right by them because of other women. At the end of the day, I always end up just continuing to be me.
Someone recently told me that the more you judge others, the less your self esteem. There is enough good in this world for all of us. There is enough room here for all of us to win. Let’s be nice to each other, ladies.