Okay, so much for the blogs starting with “w.” But I need to get this out of my head and onto the web (that rhymed…did you notice? Did you? Huh? Did you? 🙂 )
Anyways, respect. I need some. Call me needy, but the song by Aretha Franklin is very much what I am feeling right now. Even the end of the song describes how I feel. I like to be tough and stand up for myself when guys say sexist jokes. I take it like a man and laugh (or threaten to hurt you, which would also be manly). I act like I don’t care and I can deal with it. But anyways, I’m just tired of it. Words will hurt and I’m sick of it. Those jokes about staying in the kitchen, cooking, cleaning and washing the dishes…they’re not funny anymore. I just want a little bit of respect for who I am, not what you think I should do.
I hope no one reads this and gets offended..wait, maybe I do. To all guys who think it’s funny or especially manly to put women down, it really isn’t. I hope you don’t think it’s funny and I hope your guy friends don’t laugh with you and egg you on.
Written by a real female, with real feelings that hurt.