I appreciate it was all for a good cause and all, but am I really the only one who, from time to time thinks, ‘Damn those Suffragettes and their cursed bra burning’? I am sure this means I will never be invited to join Destiny’s Child and those other ‘Independent Women”, but I kind of like the idea of being a kept woman. In fact, let’s be honest here, I would pretty much don a full whalebone corset and arm myself with a feather duster if it would get me out of the workplace and into the kitchen (or bedroom-whatever works).
Now don’t get me wrong. I am not against women working, there is no judgement here. In fact I have huge respect for the millions of amazing women that juggle careers with a family life, but it’s just not for me. I do it. I do it reasonably well (I hope) but if Mr Darcy were to insist that I stay at home and tend to the children and bake him an apple pie, then I would do so gladly. I only do it out of necessity.
I know I should be thankful for the huge leap forward in woman’s rights. I should celebrate our ability to vote and be eager to prove myself as capable as the next man, but to be fair I don’t feel the need. I have given birth. Game up men, we win.
Now I will be honest and say that I rarely vote, being of the opinion that all governments are pretty much the same anyway. Nor do I fear the glass ceiling. Actually, it’s my cobweb covered ceiling that concerns me most, left to fester whilst I struggle to balance work with being a mum. So as far as rights go I am not a shining example of feminism. I appreciate the opportunity lads, honestly I do, but I just don’t want to be a career gal.
It’s not that I’m lazy, truly! I’ve worked as a teacher for several years and have always given 110% to my job. However since having a child I have realised there’s more to life and I want the time to enjoy it with my child as opposed to a childminder enjoying it for me. I would/will happily work if I could fit it in during the (short) time that my son is asleep (whilst allowing myself maybe an hour rest each day also). However once he is awake I want to be there. I want to bake cakes, I want to grow flowers, I want to wipe smears of jam off his chubby cheeks. Yes, clearly I want to be a Stepford wife…but is that so wrong?
According to the Guardian ‘less than 10% of homes in every local authority area in London, the south-east and the south-west are affordable to a single person on an average income’. That proves it. “Her indoors” can no longer be indoors, she has to go out and work in order for there to be an indoors to be in!
I need to earn an average wage alongside my husband in order to afford our house. So I guess I am thankful that women’s rights ensured that I can earn as much as the working man. However if those bras had never been burned, yet hopefully still modified with a bit of lace and some gel padding, then could I be in the position to be a stay at home mum? Is it so wrong to want to be a kept woman?