Zoe
Ever had one of those "marriage conversations" where suddenly everyone starts asking, "Do you think you'll marry [name of current beau]? You've been dating for quite a while now!" Or even better, its cutesy counterpart, the "baby conversation" in which you are asked how many sprogs you would like?
I hate these sort of conversations. Not because I'm a man-hater who wants to remain spinstered and bitter forever (yes, we've been dating for three years now, and no, we have absolutely no intention of getting married), nor because I enjoy throwing what is supposed to be some sisterly bonding back in my friends' faces - but seriously, girls. When I say "No, I don't want to get married - ever," or "No, I don't really want kids," - must you follow that with, "Oh, you'll change your mind when you're older, or maybe when you meet the right guy"?
AAARGH! I'll happily advise you on wedding dresses, help you come up with names for your kids (hell, I'll even baby-sit them with a decent degree of responsibility if necessity calls) - but I do not necessarily want that for myself, and you should not presume that it is something that will change as I get older. Am I not complete without a husband chained to my side and a burgeoning brood of children? Because I certainly don't *feel* incomplete. I feel rather good about it, actually. And I really don't appreciate those reproving glances and shocked expressions when I attempt to explain how I think that modern women should be able to find fulfillment in things like their career, their hobbies and interests, instead of getting married and having children.
I call bullshit. Life is not empty and devoid of meaning without the "perfect" nuclear family - is this really what feminists through the decades have fought for? The chance to tut disapprovingly at your peer when she expresses desires that are different from your own? Don't do it.
Secondly, and on a different note, I enjoy running. Now, running is not a "pretty" sport. You are likely to pull some rather extreme grimaces. You might end up throwing up if you push it. You are definitely going to sweat. Lots. So it baffles me that people still bother heckling ("Awwwrigght love, nice arse") - somehow I doubt they'd be doing it if I was a sweaty bloke. I don't give a fuck if I look attractive, especially not when I'm running, so kindly keep your inane comments to yourself.
And if you're that guy that talked to me for about 10 miles when I did a half marathon recently, then stamped off in a funk and didn't even respond to my congratulations when I beat him at the end, you seriously need some therapy if your ego is so fragile that it can't survive a woman beating you. Asshat.
Country: United Kingdom
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