Women no longer have to wear those hateful tie-up corsets that literally squash your guts and rib bones together. We have burned our bras and said “hell no” to obnoxious pantyhose. We are no longer pressured by June Cleaver as our guide to perfection!
We are tirelessly fighting for equality in all areas. Of course we do have a long way to go, but we’ve come a long way baby!
So I am ready to propose the next movement.
Unless we are ‘best friend soul mate sisters’ to an individual, can we please stop asking single ladies...”When are you going to find a good man!” Or asking our married acquaintances, “When are you going have a little Johnny!”
Further, it is amazing how often I have witnessed an individual asking a brand spanking new mom with a two week old in her tired arms, “When can we expect baby number two!” REALLY?
We mean no harm, and yes, I confess I have been guilty of all the above at some time or another. But today’s woman is different than yesterday.
She is no longer obligated to society for anything. Only to herself to be single, married, childless or with a Greyhound bus full of whippersnappers.
Let’s move forward without one single expectation of the Cleaver family. Because although Ms. Cleaver smiled her way through it, I can’t help but wonder if she might have privately fantasized about being a single working woman who adored sipping on a martini from time to time...