“How wrong it is for a woman to expect the man to build the world she wants, rather than to create it herself.”
I’m going to begin this by saying I am pro-equality. I believe that everyday women should make the decision whether abortion pills are right for her body, I believe that women are as competent as men in nearly all modern day professions and I truly believe, we aren’t as much hassle as we are made out too be. But all I really would like at the moment, more than any of these, is someone to come home too.
It’s not a very feminist thing to desire a man, and indeed it will probably be frowned upon but the craving for stability and genuine acceptance has overgrown its tiny cage. It’s bursting at its seams and is set to explode any second. This is not due to any forms of physical or sexual frustration, but more formed from the realisation that “all my friend are getting marrrrrriiiiiiiieddddd”.
When I say married, I mean one is. But I have a lot of ‘couply’ friends embarking on journeys with their partners and I feel like I am missing out. I have Friend No. 1 with her regular jaunts to the Sunshine State to see her Lover of 1 (and a bit) years. She spends 10 days living in his pocket, they trawl around together, get really messy and she comes home with the glow of someone in love. I have Friend No. 2, a serial dater once she now finds herself in the throes of a relationship with a boy who is willing to drive twice a week from his home in Sydney’s North to Goulburn where she is studying. Twice a week. And he works shift work.
But like most Gen-Y’rs. I don’t want to wait. I would like my perfect relationship handed to me, I do not wish to date and to fuss around with awkward coffee meetings. I would like a simple telephone call just to let me know I am theirs. I would like a man who does what men traditionally do, and take the lead. The feminists brought too many problems along with their desire to have women court men the way they had been courted for hundreds of years. I would like to thank Germaine Greer for instilling in men the belief that now women would be in charge of the dating game (as well as washing, ironing, cooking and the myriad of other jobs she and others like her failed to have us relieved from).
Am I asking too much?