We must always be perfect. Makeup, combed, perfumed. Lean, elegant, stylish, etc. ...
Then society or tradition or meanness or do not know what compels us to be good for girls, then married, and wives, mothers, etc ...
Weaknesses are not allowed. Parents, siblings, friends, boyfriends, husbands. A group of people to whom we must always answer yes to every request not to be implicated as slacker rebels.
physical and moral perfection. It is not allowed mistakes. If a mistake is a woman, who pays the penalty in moral terms (and too often, physical) is very high. It is not wrong answer given is not allowed to be bad, is not allowed to be angry or tired or frustrated. We must always be available to male needs. Cooking, washing, working, having sex, always say yes and smile like a goose numb. One day in a bad mood you pay dearly.
Centuries of subjugation to the will of men have made us wake up only for a short period to fall soon after, in the same situation as before. It seems that serving man is the sole purpose of the woman. And it also teaches that damn TV just full of tits and ass sculpture which eliminates the inevitability of passing time, cancel the "banality" of a daily or a breast flaccid tired face.
So we women of all days we always have to prove anything to compare to first with a narrow male world (I should say male, because unfortunately there are women too "macho") and then with the beautiful statues of the tv. In every gesture, from the smallest-like clearing the table - the biggest - as a graduate - we should always be "up to the task, we must be perfect, prepared, awake, alert, young, smart, energetic, beautiful, with hair do "swiiissshhh.
And if one day we rompessimo balls? And if one day we have a stomach ache and we're not energy? And if our hair does not do "swiiissshhh? We pay the consequence of see a thousand fingers pointed at, ready to pay claims more or less true, to complain, to blame and reproaches him for our mistake.
I'm not exempt from this. They are the first act in this way before and I do everything myself.
The job interview went wrong? My fault.
My dad is pissed off and bring me? My fault.
There are riots in Egypt? My fault.
Who do I thank for becoming so strict with myself? My crappy family? The company? Myself?
And how many women like me in this way?
How many women are self-flagellation because her husband is not well digested dinner?
As yet we must continue to take all responsibilities of the world?
As yet we have to be accused and attacked for our mistakes?
And although we still have to pay for our sins, real or false?
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