Cat Valente has a great post about "a woman's place" here http://yuki-onna.livejournal.com/675153.html While I did read this post recently, it wasn't the one that I read this morning that inspired my post. http://yuki-onna.livejournal.com/675690.html This is the post and I'm not sure how I slipped up on the link.
The truth is, I'm kind of tired of all this virtual bra burning. It shouldn't be necessary in this day and age. But I'm sick to death of being told my words aren't as powerful as Joe Smoe over there because I'm a woman. I actually believed that all this shit couldn't happen in the writing world, that it was the words that mattered, not who wrote them.
Writing should be gender blind, but it isn't. Women shouldn't have to use their initials or a male pen name to be accepted as a writer. We shouldn't be required to turn our female protags into a mirror image of their male counterparts. They shouldn't be required to have a boyfriend to complicate their lives and they shouldn't have to rescued by some big strong man.
Women can take everything a man can and with more grace. Don't think so? They survive childbirth, spousal abuse, and rape and still get up in the morning and cook breakfast and go to work. Life goes on, it doesn't stop for a woman's pain and discomfort. A man get sicks and he drops on the couch like a ton of bricks and spends the day moaning and groaning about how bad he feels. A woman gets sick and she's still expected to cook the meals and get the kids to school.
I don't watch "Mad Men" because it just instills the belief that a woman's place is in the home and if she's working, well, she must be a slut. I laughed when women protested the show "The Playboy Club" last fall but didn't mutter a word about "Pan Am". Same idea, their clothing was just a little less revealing. And yes, I worked as a waitress back then and my ass was considered up for grabs by any male customer who walked through the door. Not to mention my touchy-feely boss. I was barely eighteen but I learned fast how to avoid grabby hands.
The more things change, the more they stay the same, especially for women. Okay, I'm done now.