While scrolling mindlessly through Facebook yesterday, searching for funny cartoons or cat pictures (the only things really worth seeing on Facebook, in my opinion), I came across this:
If I roll my eyes any more vigorously, I might strain something. Lord knows we were in dire need of yet another method to judge and scrutinize women. I have one response to nonsense like this: BITE ME. Hard.
It’s a rare weekend that I don’t make time to do my nails. Guess what? The house is already clean, the kids are taken care of, my husband is content, and nothing in my household is on fire. I like my nails to look good. When did that become a federal offense?
I have not conducted any stringent research on the matter, but I will hazard an educated guess that a woman’s appearance, nail polish, and cell phone choice have zero correlation with the status of her kids or her household. How patently absurd to suggest otherwise.
Damned if you do, damned if you don’t. If a woman relaxes, wears sweats, doesn’t do her nails, then she is a slob. If a woman does her hair, make-up, and nails, then she is self-centered and high maintenance. Oh, and her family and household apparently fall to helpless pieces. Blah, whatever.
And what, pray tell, is wrong with a woman taking care of herself once in a while? Why is it considered so saintly for a woman to play martyr and sacrifice all of her time and energy for others, at the expense of herself? I call bullshit. Everyone needs time for themselves, and everyone deserves self-care. So there.
Think whatever you want, I say. I’m too busy being awesome to try to please everyone on the planet.
I have better things to worry about, anyway. Pretty soon, I am heading home early to get ready to go see my stepkids. We already have some plans this weekend, so it’s going to be busy and will fly by much too fast. I’m ready to enjoy every minute of the weekend while it’s here!