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I'm 25.

Why don't you just mooch off your husband?

I am so tired of people assuming that a woman's sole purpose is to become a doting housewife who lives to take her children to and from soccer practice. I can't count how many times people have said to me, "Well you don't really have to worry about finding a good job, just marry someone rich." Oh, that makes everything so nice and easy, doesn't it? Because women aren't supposed to have goals and dreams besides changing diapers and finding innovative places to store trophies, right? I am not some anti-bra she devil who believes all men are selfish greasy pigs; I just believe the sentence "When you get married and have kids" should be used less frequently when describing the future of females. The other day I told my manager I would not be returning to the grocery store next year and somehow we got on the topic of children and I did not hesitate to add my loathing for them, to which he replied, "Well when your southern boyfriend knocks you up it'll be different." No thank you. I am not flushing my life down the toilet to clean up puke and smashed carrots. There are enough children polluting this world without me adding any genetic material and furthermore, if and when I get a divorce I don't want to have to beg my husband for alimony because I dropped out of college to bear his demon spawn. With this mindset I am destined to a life of fame and influence or just a crazy cat lady.


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