Weak and feeble women make me angry. The notion that
women should be weak and feeble makes me angry. Women who pride themselves in
being weak and feeble make me angry.
I realize this is mostly my issue, because I think I'm right and being seen as the 1920s picture of "female" is wrong, but it’s the way I feel none the less.
Women have been largely placed into two categories – feminine, delicate, motherly and demure; and strong-willed, aggressive, masculine and successful. It might seem obvious, but I'll say it anyway - these categories
are not definite, they are stereotypes.
I believe if you asked any woman, she would put up a fight
but could say which category she more closely aligns with.
I am the later. I am bossy.
It seems then that I should be on board with Sheryl Sandberg
and her Lean In personal brand, Getty image series, and the latest – "Ban Bossy."
Instead of feeling supportive, I feel annoyed. It took me a
while to realize why I was annoyed. Sheryl become the unasked for representation
for all strong-willed, aggressive, masculine, successful women.
She has productized the working woman and working mom, and
quite frankly I’m a bit disgusted with it.
OK, fine, if you twist my arm I’m thankful the conversation
is happening and women who might not naturally find themselves fitting into the
latter category are asking for raises, demanding promotions, and being
downright bossy, but I’m still irritated.
If I had my pick, I’d go for someone intentionally flying
under the radar, someone rough around the edges, someone who wears cranberry
colored lip gloss and heels with her tattered boyfriend jeans. Likely because I'm human and therefore inherently selfish and I'd rather have someone writing books who more closely aligns with me.
I would not have selected Sheryl Sandberg.
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Somewhere along the way I realized I wouldn't become a stay-at-home mom like my mother. I knew that I didn't want a life in the suburbs, an early marriage and the sole responsibility of managing a house.
My mom grew up with a working mother and resented her latch key childhood. I grew up with a doting, loving, sacrificial stay-at-home mom and resented the way my my dad treated her. I vowed I would not be in a marriage where my husband could hold my stay-at-home status against me. I would not be powerless.
It does not take a psychologist to see where this is going, but as a result of this decision and my natural strong personality, I didn't know how to be a girl. I was not gentile, caring or pretty. I ordered my sister around when we played together and threw rocks at boys on the playground.
I find I'm still figuring out how to be me, the best version of me, and how that me would be in a marriage. How does this fit in with what I've seen in healthy marriages, in what God asks of me, in what the church often wrongfully projects, in what society has tried to fracture, and in what my hometown in the south preaches?
This is what I saw and learned growing up:
This image is now inconsistent with what I know of who God made me to be and what the text in the Bible says.
Besides my childhood, I can name off the top of my head two important things (although there are others) that contributed to my quest for discovering the balance between femininity and strength - a college sociology class (American Marriage, Family and Male-Female Relationships) and the book Captivating.
Not fitting into the traditional role of woman was a struggle for me starting in high school, and one I still figuring out.
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I'm 29. I'm still navigating womanhood. I don't want Sheryl Sandberg to be my role model, but I'm glad people are listening and discussing. I cannot mold to the standard I was raised in, but I'm thankful for the strong and supportive mother who raised me.
It is counter intuitive to consider yourself in the category of "bossy" and to then whine about how "hard it is to be a strong woman today," so instead I'll continue to search for women to partner with, for conversations moving egalitarian marriages forward, and I'll seek to ask forgiveness for my anger towards a type of woman I've actively decided not to become.