The YOU I'm referring to in the title is YOU, not the President. This might seem unsympathetic to the women's rights movement, wrong, or downright insane coming from a woman, but hear me out.
For those of you who don't know the fight for women's rights started in 1848 and it wasn't until August 26th, 1920 that the 19th Amendment to the Constitution granting women the right to vote was signed into law. That was almost 100 years ago and in my opinion things have come a long way for women.
Don't believe me? Look around and see how many women live by themselves, own cars, are able to buy Luis Vuitton purses and expensive shoes, are able to travel, work in any profession they are qualified to work in, have children without being married, vote, go to college, own businesses, and the list goes on.
Let me tell you my experience. I've never considered women's rights. I've never considered myself any different than any man. I've never lost a job to a man or made less than a man with the same qualifications.... because I work harder and am smarter than most men.
ME VS. THE SLACKER
In college (I went to the Savannah College of Art & Design and graduated from the Architecture undergrad and masters program) I was one of the few ladies who was good and knew it.
I had one professor whom I loved. In that particular class was a slacker. I can't remember his name, but he was a nice guy. A slacker, but a nice guy. After our midterm presentation grades were handed out and I found out that I had received the same grade as this slacker. I did all the work, created a beautiful and complete project, and I was livid- because what he had produced was half finished and mediocre at best.
So I left the class, went home, and wrote the professor an email explaining how ridiculous it was that we were both awarded the same grade, and that the way he was grading was so arbitrary he might as well just use a smiley face or a sad face... grades were subjective in his mind. (I wish I had the exact email still, but this is going back over 10 years- gmail hadn't even been created yet.)
He responded to my email with some excuse that was so mediocre I don't even remember what he said. What I do remember was he CC'd everyone in the class. I didn't realize this until my best friend, who was also in the class, was talking to me about what he said. I was like "how did you know that?" and low and behold I found out that my beloved teacher aired out my private issue to everyone.
How did I respond? I did nothing... except everything I was supposed to do to ace the class and show the teacher, the slacker, and everyone else that I was the best. I worked smart and hard, and at our final presentations I got an A, and the slacker didn't show up. He failed.
At the end of each studio class all of the projects were put on display so everyone could walk around and see what everyone else created. I was walking around and stopped to talk to one of my previous professors and he commended me for the email I sent. At first I was shocked because I didn't know that it had been talked about outside our class. But then it made me feel proud. Proud that I stood up for myself, and then put my head down, got to work, got the highest grade, and got admiration from other teachers I respected.
JUST STOP IT
If you want the best job, the best pay, the best benefits, the best opportunities... it is up to you. Work for it. Learn it. Become more valuable to whom ever it is that stands in the way between you and what you want.
Stop wearing pink vagina hats.
Stop associating yourselves with other women with victim mentalities.
I understand that our President says stupid sh*t, is inappropriate, and is a bully. But he's NOT going to make any more difference in your every day life than President Obama did- aside from skyrocketing our health care costs.
Where you are in life is mostly because of you. Stop complaining and blaming other people, and do something positive, constructive, and productive to better your situation.
There... I said it.
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