I was reading a post recently on Dirty In Public called Do Women Expire? Finally, I’ve found a blog with more edge and cynicism than my own—and it’s from a male perspective. I’m so relieved. I didn’t want to be labeled as some cynical, single bitch hovering dangerously close to 40 who has to take out her life's misfortunes on men. That's not at all who I am. I am happy, sexual, confident, and have very few regrets. I am woman, hear me roar—but I am not and never will be a cougar.
The article Do Women Expire exemplifies the chauvinistic male opinion of women and age that runs rampant in today’s society. First, women wanted equality. We wanted to burn our bras and get into the work force. Now, some of us are not sure what we want as we realize Cosmo sold us a false bill of goods. We can not have it all—the kids, the house in the suburbs, the loving husband, the supermodel body and the amazing career, but somehow it’s still expected of us.
The pressures on women today are greater than ever. While men have just as much of a fear of aging as we do (it’s called The Peter Pan Syndrome), they now expect us to make six figure salaries, be mothers, dog walkers, event coordinators, maids, sex kittens and have a Mensa IQ. We women are finding this to be a recipe for a nervous breakdown. Men want us to be as flawless as a DeBeers diamond and yet they see no reason to be perfect themselves, proving it is still very much a man’s world. Ironically, the author himself says men don't have to worry about aging and looks; they just need to have a healthy bank account. True dat. While a woman's self-esteem is tied to her looks, a man's self-esteem is tied to his wallet. This is a phenomenon that may never change.
The most common statement I hear from men who I have met on a first date is “my ex-wife/ex-girlfriend was bipolar.” I hear this so often I had to call my doctor and asked him if there was some kind of epidemic? Is there something in the water in Los Angeles? Are all women in Southern California Bi-Polar? Should I be worried? Evidently, the only bipolar epidemic is the constant misuse of the term. Bipolar is one of those catch phrases that people use in a willy-nilly manner. Maybe all women are not all bipolar. Maybe we just can’t handle the heat and need to get out of the kitchen – or the office, or the bedroom, or the minivan. The problem is that we’re expected to be in too many places at the same time. Think about this: if you’re not going to be Superman, is it fair to put pressure on us to be Wonder Woman?