Despite arguments here in Ireland that legalizing women’s employment after marriage (1973) has effectively malnourished domestic-o-phobic men, I was certain that the idea of women restricting themselves to the home was an outdated logic spouted by those who need the reassurance of inferiority in their marriages.
These are modern times. But how many Careersy-Mothers do I know? ZERO. Is there so much pressure on women to stay behind closed doors that aspiring young women are without role models?
Young girls admire women who parade themselves scantily clad on stage rather than those who contribute to mankind. We, as a generation, have received a thorough brainwashing in favour of domestication. In the 1890s, less than 1/4 of girls played with dolls, but due to a fall in birth rates, the collective industry of chauvinists decided to reinforce the notion that a woman’s place is in the home, and “gender” toys accordingly. This trend persists today.
I myself had been brainwashed into believing that university was a time to find a husband and life-long friends, rather than complete a degree and escalate the professional ladder. A white dress, trinkets and doll-like babies are seen as the final goal, not a stopping point along the way. Even my friends, the upcoming wave of women, the first generation born into a contraception-yielding Ireland, refuse to work after childbirth.
Why is this? Don’t children need to see their Mothers as companions, intellectuals, with personalities, and most importantly, as human beings, and not just in-house servitors?
Many obstacles and insults are thrown at career-women: prophecies of divorce, childlessness, and infidelity, to name but a few. This is a bleak and threatening atmosphere for our youth. Why is it that women now outnumber men in universities, but less than 10% of high-income positions and 3% of property are held by women? Is a career simply a stepping stone to finding your ultimate place in the home?
Women in high positions do not have to be single, heartless, and cat-fetishists. You do not need to throw daggers in every path to achieve the best of both worlds. You must be the best person you can be, taking life in your stride and spreading love despite your gender. Life is a short journey, shortened even more so by the age of this world.
I will not take a back-seat from the commencement to avoid upsetting future partners and limiting my chances of having children. I may compromise, as I am yet unsure of the final destination. Bettering the world is my goal, be it through my own kids, or Mother Earth’s as a whole.
About the Writer
Ginger is the pseudonym of a quirky and somewhat eccentric 15-year-old discovering the peaks and valleys of life on the West coast of Ireland, where the term “field” trip is somewhat overused. Her interests include reading, obscurity, history, Irish politics, road spotting, thinking, sci-fi, baking, writing and numerous other geeky activities. In the evenings, she is not found partying, but rather feverishly updating her blog, Quirks-and-Irks.