As a teenager I loved Sex and The City. Living in Bolton (near Manchester in the UK) at the time was the polar opposite of the amazing lives of these four women and I desperately wanted to live in New York, wear fabulous clothes, drink cocktails and have a group of wonderful friends to share it all with.
However, as an adult, my opinion of Carrie and her escapades have completely changed. Before I continue, I realise that I’m discussing a fictional character that hasn’t been on our screens now for years, which may seem silly, but I really think that Carrie Bradshaw needs a slap. Why? Two words: Mr. Big.
Let’s ignore her ridiculous dress sense and her obsession with over-priced shoes. Let’s ignore her needy, ungrateful mentality (oh no, I have a brilliant job, a wonderful social life and I live in…
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1. Girls have got to stick together.
Gretchen’s insight might just be as big as her hair. Well no, but she certainly hit the mark on this one.
Women need each other to succeed in this world. Without loyalty and support from fellow females, the current paradigm can toss us aside without a second thought.
And besides, it is just so not cool when your friend dates your ex.
2. We need to lead by example.
In my first post I discussed how detrimental it is when people let misogynistic comments slide. In the same vein, Tina (what a gem) explains just how harmful it is when people perpetuate these expressions…
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My words are insufficient to make known my understanding of this. LOL :p
I do not want to make a duplicate reblog blogsite but this one is notable. I have been advoacting the importance of women in our society because it still has this crazy prejudice of what women are and what they can be. I couldn’t say I am a feminist because I still believe in gender roles and the diversity of it but I couldn’t stress the limiting factor that it gives. I am actually happy that the author’s father is the “advocate” here. It gives more encouragement when the men believes in the capacity of women. And that itself is liberating.
I remember one time, my parents and I were travelling in the car on the way home from somewhere. I remember travelling in the car with them a lot, when I was young. We lived on a farm, so even going to the local town meant a good 45 minutes in the car. So obviously, to pass the time, we often talked together. One of the interesting things about my memories of these conversations is how many of them were about ideas. We didn’t really talk about what was happening on the farm or at school. We talked about more abstract concepts.
On this particular occasion, Dad was talking about church, and mentioned something he’d said in a sermon. ‘Could I give sermons when I grow up?’ I asked him. ‘Could I be a priest?’
It was the mid-80s. We were Anglican Church-goers, and the idea of women in the…
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