“If I were Brad Pitt, you’d pick up my socks.”
This morning is dreary. It’s -20 below windchill, we’ve had freezing rain/ice for 24 hours and now it’s snowing. It’s pretty, don’t get me wrong. It’s just that …. we’re stuck on the farm for sure today and probably tomorrow.
Earlier, I had the pleasure of watching Madonna’s acceptance speech for the Billboard Woman of the year 2016. Her speech was spellbinding, captivating. And so, so important for every all women and young girls to hear–although there’s some language you may want to preview before deciding to show it a younger teen.
My favorite line from her speech—although I could’ve picked several—was this: “I’ve been called controversial, but I think the most controversial thing I’ve ever done is stick around.”
Now that’s powerful.
With that, I also listened to Taylor Swift’s speech delivered from the stage to those who’ve been bullied, criticized, and who think they are worthless to the world.
Then I got feisty.
It’s no secret that I like to live out loud, and when the opportunity arises, I speak with conviction. That I did this morning as my husband (Mr.
Jack Daniels JD, we’ll call him) asked a really dumb, I mean controversial, question about a friend.
I won’t get into it here, but
I was speechless–at first.
I’d just watched these powerful women—Madonna and Taylor Swift—speak about being daring and vulnerable with their lives and now THIS. So you can imagine how this lit me up.
Am I becoming a feminist or what?
Enter Brave, Vulnerable, and Daring Jen.
I went on defense immediately! I almost didn’t know what to say, but of course, I dug deep for something.
Time for a fight. (I’m used to this now when I speak up in conviction)
Back and forth, over again. This conversation—with a different subject—has happened over and over in our relationship repeatedly. I’m almost tired of sticking up for the stands I take, except that I’m not.
I was born for this, remember.
When a woman speaks up, I just don’t understand–or accept– that she’s immediately discredited.
“Who said that? Where did that study originate? You’re not a doctor. You’re not the expert.”
WHY IS THAT? Or maybe this is a better question:
WHY IS THAT MY REALITY?
Is that how it is in all relationships? In all parts of the world?
I don’t like it. Here or anywhere.
I almost hate men because of it, but I have a son, and even though he can be a crap head, I love him unconditionally, so I can’t be a total feminist because I love him and always will.
Why are woman allowed to be pretty, cute, hot, fit, fat, gossipy, sad, depressed, fatigued, psychotic, a little chunky, whatever … all kinds of things, but why are we not allowed to be RIGHT about something?
Why are we not allowed to sit at the table and speak our opinion and BE LISTENED TO and even more so–CONSIDERED.
That’s what I want to know.
Later on . . . a stand about socks.
ME: “Look at this. Why don’t you pick up your damn socks? Jennifer Aniston even asked Brad Pitt to pick up his damn socks!”
MR JD: “If I were Brad Pitt, you’d pick up my socks.”
ME: “No, I wouldn’t. I’m 41. At 21, yes, I woulda picked up Brad Pitt’s socks. Hell, I was picking yours up until last month! At 41, you can eff off. Pick up your own damn socks, I don’t care who you are.”
I’ve been called controversial, but I think the most controversial thing I’ve ever done is stick around. ~ Madonna