Tui
When I was sixteen, I started working in an electricity company as a
secretary. The men told me that as long as I have a red screwdriver and a
hammer, I would not need a man in my life. Of course, they said it with sexist
undertones, but I have used it as guideline in my life. There is a
difference between having and needing a man in your life. I do not need a man.
If my car breaks down, I can usually get faster and better service by calling a
professional rather than waiting for a husband or a boyfriend to fix it.
Professionals cost, but, hey, there is no such thing as a free lunch.
I really do like men, at least some of them. I just don't want them to
dictate my life. I can't stand spineless whiners, either. "Met, dated, got bored
of endless martyrdom, dumped". Or the other kind which expect me to do their
laundry and cooking. No thanks, they have mothers for that. And if needed I can
always hire someone to do my laundry.
I work in an all-male environment as a computer programmer and I know my
way around chauvinistic comments and attempts to belittle my skills. I know I am
good at my work and don't hesitate to shove off anyone who thinks he is better
than me just because of gender or age. Or thinks he has the right to make
passes at me. They are quite easily put off when I tell them that I mostly
value intelligence in men and frankly, honey, you just don't measure up to my
standards.
I met someone from my old high school a while ago and was, for a
time, quite pissed off when she told me that they always thought I
was weird. Later on, I thought about it again and realized that if those
princesses, whose life consisted and consists of choosing the right make-up and
finding Mr. Right, think I am weird, it is actually a compliment. Especially
when she tried to give me advice on relationships, insisting that a
woman should never get angry since a man is usually right. Aargh! I kept
envisioning a large hammer hitting her head. I told her that I cannot see a
universe where our worlds could co-exist.
Some of my friends have told me that they wish they could be as cynical as
I am, but I keep telling them, I am not cynical. I just see things differently.
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