8. Storm

Gathering her brows like gathering storm

Nursing her wrath to keep it warm.

None enjoy being the sullen, sulky dame. I’ve wondered if some women cultivate it – pitting themselves daily against their blethering, blustering blellums.  I’ve met some women like that. But surely, most despise it, as I despise if I am ever assigned that role: the wee wifie, patrolling her man. Is he “allowed” out? He’ll not come, she’s got him under the thumb.  He’s got a ‘free pass’ on Saturday. Hen-pecked.

The myth that men’s family time is duty more than choice, patrolled by women who conversely don’t crave similar escape from the domestic. When is this vocabulary used for women having a night out or spending time on a hobby?  Are references made to the male ‘releasing’ them?  Home life is rife with double standards between the genders. And that’s only the beginning.

The so-called science, mars and venus, pink and blue, how much damage done? Typical girl, that’s what boys do, you know what women are like, boys will be boys, a man look, a blonde moment, man up, run like a girl.  Each cliché trying to pass unseen drops another element into the gathering storm, and this dame seethes quietly about everything we face and always have, women and girls: assumptions, limitations, restrictions and dangers. Jokes, violence, humiliations, inequality. Inequality. The clichéd nonsense that both genders peddle time and again. Many are at home with that. But so many of us are just so bored with it. Really, can’t we move on now, world?


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