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The generation of women that was created to be everything a man DOES NOT want'


I read this article today, and i was going to share it on my facebook I realised ot had the limitation of being in Portuguese.  So I just thought I would bring some pieces here! I am sharing it not because i feel it myself, I actually feel very blessed B is so supportive and actually pushes me to ask for more. And I can't help my thing of my favourite Indian girlfriend. 

"The generation of women that was created to be everything a man DOES NOT want'

Sometimes I catch myself imagining an hypotetical man that describes the woman of his dreams "she has to study and work a lot and have a permanently full email inbox. Her feet should have blisters because she continuously walks back and forward in her high heels. She should be independent and do what she pleases with her own salary: buy an expensive purse, donate to a social project, make a trip though Europe on her own. She needs to drove well and understand about taxes. Cooking? She does not have to. There is a certain charm about getting it wromg, even if rice. She does not have to be super fit as there is no time to do what she does and still go to the gym. But more than anything: she needs to be very self confident and not depend on me, or anyone.

(...) we are the generation that was raised to win the world, pushed tp study, work, travel and build our independence.  We did not have sewing classes, just like the boys in our generation,  we were thought to do sports, englisg, driving, building a resume, just like the boys. 

But listen, did someone actually told these same boys that we would be like that? That we would fight for their jobs? That we would rather go out for dinner than cook? That we would lole beer, whisky, foot all? That we were raised to find happinness in freedom and fear in submission? (...) 

The fact is, who was raised to want us? Who is confident enough to love a woman that flies? That we are the generation of partnership rather than dependency? 

The men are not to blame. It is society and the idea it still sells of the woman role. Fathers creating daughters for the world but daughters in law to stay at home. 

We will mot be moving backwards, we have moved to win the world. Now the world needs to win us back. 

(by Ruth Manus at Estadao http://blogs.estadao.com.br/ruth-manus/a-incrivel-geracao-de-mulheres-que-foi-criada-para-ser-tudo-o-que-um-homem-nao-quer/)


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