Laments of a Modern Woman?

It's 6:00 am. The alarm clock won't stop ringing and I don't have the strength to throw it against the wall. I'm burnt out. I do not want to go to work today. I want to remain at home, cooking, listening to music, singing, etc. If I had a dog I would take it for a walk in the woods. But instead I must leave my bed, get into first gear and to put my brain on drive.





I WOULD LIKE TO KNOW WHO WAS THE WITCH, AT THE FEMINIST HEADQUARTERS, THAT HAD THE INSANE IDEA TO CLAIM THE RIGHTS OF WOMEN, AND WHY SHE DID THAT WITH THOSE OF US THAT WERE BORN AFTER HER?!





Everything was so good in our grandmother’s time. They spent all day embroidering, exchanging recipes with their friends, sharing mutual secrets of seasonings, tricks, homemade remedies, reading good books from their husbands libraries, decorating the house, planting trees, arranging flowers, collecting vegetables from their gardens and educating their children. Life was a great teacher of the arts, alternative medicine and fabulous cuisine.





UNTIL A LITTLE BUSYBODY WHO WASN'T HAPPY WITH THINGS AS THEY WERE CONTAMINATED SEVERAL OTHERS WITH INCONSISTENT REBELLIOUS AND RARE IDEAS ON "WE ARE GOING TO CONQUER OUR SPACE". WHAT SPACE? What nonsense!


We already had the entire house, the whole neighborhood and even the world at our feet. We had complete control of men; they depended on us to feed them, to dress them and to allow them to show off in front of their friends; what fricking rights did they want to offer us?





Now our men are confused, they don't know what role to play in society, they FLEE US AS THE DEVIL FROM THE CROSS. That joke, that "gift", really ruined it for us. And worst of all it ended by launching us in the prison of SEVERE CELIBACY.





In the old days, marriage lasted forever. Why? Tell me why? A gender that had all the best, that only needed to be fragile and to be guided by life, began to compete with the male? LOOK AT THE SIZE OF THEIR BICEPS AND LOOK AT THE SIZE OF OURS. IT WAS DESTINED NOT TO END WELL.





I can no longer endure the daily ritual to be thin as a broom but with firm breasts and an *** as tight as a drum, for which I have to kill myself in the gym besides dying of hunger; to continuously be using moisturizers, anti-aging compounds and other weapons to fight old age; to make up impeccably each morning, from head to toe; to have flawless hair and not dare to fall back on the tinting, because the gray is worse than leprosy, and to select the stylish clothes, the shoes and the accessories to match, so as not to be unpresentable for that meeting at work.





I can no longer stand having to rush only to be stuck in bottleneck traffic and having to resolve half of the problems on the cell phone, running the risk of being assaulted, of dying a beastly death, sitting all day in front of a PC working like a slave (modern, of course), with a telephone in my ear and resolving problems, one after another, only to come out with red eyes (from the monitor, naturally, because there is no time to cry for love). We are paying the price by being always perfect, without wrinkles, waxed, smiling, perfumed, with perfectly manicured nails, not to mention of the impeccable curriculum armed with masters, doctorates and specialties.


We've become "SUPER WOMEN" ... BUT WE CONTINUE TO EARN LESS THAN MEN!


Was it not better, a lot better, to continue knitting on the rocking chair?





ENOUGH !!!!!!!!!!!!! I want someone to open a door for me, to run to pull a chair for me when I am going to sit down, to send me flowers and love letters with poetry, and to serenade me by my window.





If we already knew that we had a brain and that we could use it, why, oh why did we feel we had to prove it to them?


Oh, my God! it's 6:30 am. And I have to get up. How cold is this large and solitary bed!


I long to once more have my hubby arrive from work, throw himself in the sofa and say: "DARLING, WOULD YOU BRING ME A DRINK, PLEASE?” or "HONEY, WHAT ARE WE HAVING FOR DINNER?" Because I discovered that it's a lot better to be a supper housewife than to choke myself with a sandwich and a soda while I finish the work that I brought home from the office. You think I'm joking? No, my dear, intelligent, emancipated, liberated and....abandoned colleagues. I AM SPEAKING VERY SERIOUSLY.





I AM HEREBY RELINQUISHING MY POSITION OF MODERN WOMAN.


DOES ANYONE WANT TO FOLLOW MY LEAD?

Laments of a Modern Woman?
I would love to get free room and board just for cooking my spouse some food. Where do I sign up?? I understand everyone you are saying and I am just as burnt out as you as a modern man.
Reply:There are so many pluses about being alive in this modern, all be it crazy , World. Life offers very much in these trying times if you get off the treadmill and start searching within for the inner truth. That is the only way to true peace and true love and a life of some meaning in these troubled times.This modern life seems to be forcing us to seek for answers, to get relief from all that is being thrust on us and now we can do so in ways that simply were not available in the past. We can readily find out about true teachers and guides that are able to show us the way to a spiritual attainment and understanding which is the only way to an inner peace and true contentment. We can do that readily online, there are so many choices, so many different paths, and there are countless sources. It does not matter that we set out not knowing which is the right path for us, as it will be made quickly clear which one is the right one. I discovered Yoga, meditation, inner contemplation and that drew me to some remarkable inspired and powerful teachers and by simply being in their company brought about an awakening in me of the same knowledge they had. So I am grateful for being alive and feel this is the perfect time to be alive. I wish you well modern woman.
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