The realities of being a woman

So recently I went and saw Fiona O’Loughlin’s “My Brilliant Career” at the Brisbane Powerhouse. I’ve always been a fan of female comedic greats like herself and Judith Lucy, but to be within vpl analysing distance was an honor I’m not likely to forget.  

Aside from teaching us exactly how to crawl to the fridge for more wine at 3am, these women stand as glorious testament to the realities of being a woman in today’s world.

I suppose I was always a feminist.  As a child I was enraptured by characters such an Anne Shirley and Captain Kathryn  Janeway ( to this day I still want to break a slate over some guys head), then more recently Julia Gillard,  Quentin Bryce, Meshel Laurie and of course my beloved comedians. Women who truly proved themselves to be strong independent women who didn’t need no man to complete them.

Indeed,  my mother attempted to foster such an attitude by teaching me about the great feminism movement of the 70’s and how to cook, clean and properly serve a man…….yeah I know but this was the 90’s.

 Funny thing is that at 21 I’ve realised the realities of being a woman are whatever the hell we want them to be – having / wanting a vagina, shopping, running businesses, being a mummy,  wine, tequila, travel, fighting for equality, being for/against abortion, raising goats. It’s all relative!

When you think about it, aside from childbirth- these woman we idolise aren’t talking about the realities of being a woman. They are talking about the realities of being a human being

Happy International Women’s Day people!