Expectations

Now that so many people in my life know …

I’ve started getting the look …

And at times the comments.

Occasionally it’s the …

A real girl wouldn’t do that.

Sometimes it’s the …

You’ve got so much to learn.

Though most often it’s the …

You can’t do that when you’re a woman.

Regardless …

It is someone expecting me to conform to their own image/stereotype of how a woman behaves,

With the assumption that since I’m “going to be” a woman, I’ll conform with their particular image.

Those brought up in the female role don’t always have such a restriction, though granted, there remain expectations … expectations that we all encounter.

But what I’m talking about is that ….

Women can like sports, women can work long hours, women can wear pants, women can drink beer instead of wine, women can be sparky, women can laugh at racy jokes, woman can toss out double entendres, women can like sci fi movies, women can be geeky, women can be whatever/whoever they want to be.

Though for now, as people adjust their perception of me …

Reassign me in their own internal categorization …

I can sense a scrutiny in each and every one of my behaviors.

I am being closely watched.

Evaluated.

And what’s frustrating is not so much the judgment, but that it differs between each and every person … in practice, if it was my intent to satisfactorily meet each person’s own perception of how a woman should behave … there would be an infinite number of different perceptions I’d have to meet. A difficult task to say the least.

Which means …

It’s a good thing I’m finally comfortable being me …

And not consumed with meeting other people’s expectatiooons.

It also means that I’ll always be the kind of girl that thinks movies like …

Kill Bill, Vol. 1

Totally Rock !! πŸ™‚

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5 Comments

  1. Now some people think the world
    is what it ain’t
    To some I’m a sinner,
    to others a saint
    Some folks say the world
    ain’t what is is
    All I know is I just gotta
    take a wiz
    Where am I goin’?
    and where have I been?
    My head’s in the clouds
    and my tail’s in a spin
    Jumpin’ when they call
    to show I’m a good egg,
    Then I bounce right back
    before I Piss On My Leg

    Politics – Shmolitics
    They oughta save their breath
    A mean streak – a blue streak
    They sentence me to death
    Harangue me from a tree
    Twist and shout until I beg
    Do the flip – do the flop
    –Piss On My Leg

    Well the Yanks hate the Reds
    And the Greeks hate the Turks
    I really hate to say it
    But they’re all a bunch of jerks
    Seems like everybody’s shakin’
    ‘Cause the big one’s ’bout to fall
    I’m just tryin’ to put the seat down
    ‘fore I
    Piss On My Leg…

  2. I viewed it totally as over-the-top silly fun … it was oddly enjoyable and the goriness was goofy parody. The katanas were the best … almost as sweet as a light saber. I definitely want some Hattori Hanzo steel !! And no … that’s NOT code for anything !! πŸ™‚ lol

  3. For whatever it’s worth, I’ve lived my life to suit myself, not to conform to a stereotype. It’s better to be a happy excentric who’s true to herself than an unhappy theoretical construct.

    My partner, who adores sports thought “Kill Bill” was porn for guys who get a woody from violence. I thought it was stylized over-the-top silly fun … with beautiful katanas.

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