Be Skeptical, But Continue to Have Hope

Tonight I saw Gloria Steinem speaking at Town Hall. She is glorious, astounding and inspiring.

Knowing she is 82 years old put me over the edge. I cried on and off for the last half hour. Why?

Waking this morning, I figured it out. I cried because she is a stand for women’s voice in society. In fact she has been that stand for my entire life.

Coming from a traditional household that was divided into male and female roles, Gloria and her cohorts ( through my studies at University) were the ones who opened my eyes to my freedoms as a woman. We do not have to follow the path we have been told. We can create our own.

But at 82 she will not be here for my granddaughters. So who will be their voice? Who will lead women of the new generations?

Surely with the misogynist pull within social media we need a strong female leader to take us to the next stage of our development so that we do not slip back into the dark?

Well, as Gloria said, ‘we need to be skeptical, but continue to have hope.’

So, Gloria, that is what I will do.

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No Such Thing As Too Personal

During coffee with a shall we say— more than an acquaintance, less than a close friend- of mine she remarked ‘Wow! You have such beautiful skin- it glows. Lucky you, you have good genes!’

In my hysterical fit, my milky coffee flew out of my nose.

‘Well, you obviously don’t know me that well!’ I said when I regained composure.

‘Good genes may be part of it, but with a mother as a beauty therapist, I have been using professional products on my face twice a day since I was twelve.’

After having children, my products just weren’t enough. So, I started buying those handy Scoopons and Groupons for microdermabrasion, IPL and eventually the occasional injection.

It’s work, it’s a an investment.

I refuse to follow the path of many women these days– either by letting myself go and losing confidence in my appearance or going to further extremes and opting for surgery.

I would rather put in the effort now, in my middle years.

The shame is that like everything else, women do not talk about these things. They are deemed too ‘personal’ or they are too competitive to give away their secrets.

In my world, there is no such thing as too personal. Life is too short for secrets and holding back.

You receive what you give. Let’s be generous with eachother and open up.