So I'm lying around today, trying to stop feeling like shit. (Huge sinus/throat/bronchial infection, requiring three freaking weeks of antibiotics. Fabulous.) And I come upon a daydream that I have had off and on for years, but is particularly appealing to me right now.
A world with no men.
Just for a little while. I'm not saying kill all the men, I'm not saying I want to move to a women-only commune for the rest of my life. What I am saying, though, is that I think I could benefit HUGELY from woman-only time and space. I'm fucking sick to death of men.
Mostly, I'm sick of working with men, seeing men on the street, etc. I'm sick of either having to pretend I didn't hear sexist jokes or make a big deal out of them. I'm sick of being looked at like meat. I'm sick of the assumption that I must be the "secretary," being a girl and all. I'm sick of the double standard when it comes to how dressed up one needs to be for work.
Most of all, I'm sick of the entitlement. I'm sick of being interrupted when I talk. I'm sick of the fact that Mark thinks it is fine to talk to me when I am obviously doing something else. I'm sick of having men in my space, taking up my time, all the time.
For a long time, I thought it was just that I want to be alone completely, and sometimes it is, but it's more than that. I want to feel like a part of a community of women, too. I want a circle of close female friends. I want girls time, lots and lots of girls time.
But I'm not gonna get it. I live with a boy and a boy dog. I work with at least 90% men. Sucks.