Being born on the tail end of the 60’s definitely had its pros and cons. Coming into a world that was sailing on the wave of a sexual revolution, society was trying to adjust to this new-found freedom. Confusion reigned as the teenagers welcomed this new lease of life and some parents and grandparents cringed at the sight of a mini skirt and others walked around in complete and utter shock!
Women were in control of their bodies and had every right to show them off. The independent woman was the talk of the town, and every young girl wanted to be her. Pictures of beautiful women were popping up all over the place, from the side of busses to the big screen, displaying the image of ‘the modern woman.’ More women were appearing in the workplace and the rise of the cooperate woman had begun.
Growing up, I lived in a household where my mum wore the trousers and as my nearest and biggest role model, I grew up to be the same. I look back and I cringe! I was domineering, controlling and was always right. I had to do everything myself and fed off the reverent fear that manifest when nothing was going my way. Don’t get me wrong, I was a good mother, but I ruled my house with a very rigid rod of iron (metaphorically speaking of course). There was very little or no give in me whatsoever.
I grew up thinking I did not need a man and to me that was one of my biggest strengths. I didn’t believe in chivalry. That was just in films and ‘old fogey’ land. I was a modern woman and chivalry was like a four-letter word to me. My thinking was a modern way of thinking, a sign of the times as most other women I knew were very much the same. I was so modern I drank pints of Stella Artois by the glassful, and I got a kick out of older generation looking down their noses at me whilst tutting into their half pint glasses of shandy. This was the way I thought I was meant to be. I believe I was shaped and conditioned to forget the ‘old fashioned way.’ That was for losers and I was a winner!
Please don’t get me wrong, I’m not against women’s rights. Finding a balance is what I think to be important. As people we can do whatever we want (within reason) but, deep down, women want to be wined and dined. Treated like a princess. Given honour and respect for our gender, and appreciating that these needs should to be met by a man. Yes, we can be corporate bosses, leaders in society, mothers at home raising a family. This is wonderful and there’s room for powerful women in these worlds, but the time for prideful control is coming to an end. Its time to listen to the inner voice of our hearts and not allow society, media or any other outward entity govern who we are.
Straight women have a natural desire to be romanced by a man, and a straight man has a natural desire to romance a woman. It’s a part of our makeup and over the years it has been ignored. Feministic pride has crept in and chivalry has been down trodden by this modern age, and its time to make a comeback. Men and women are equal, but we have different roles to play. We need each other! So men, open doors and buy her flowers for no reason. Make her feel like the most precious person in your world. And women, let him!
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