For the women of my generation (born to the first generation of "liberated" women and granddaughters to the women who fought for it,) we were given limitless options.
We were told we could be anything.
But sometimes, I wonder, with all the options available, why many of my peers chose to be nothing.
No jobs. No school. No kids. Just expensive taste in clothing and cameras and unlimited time to take photos of themselves.*
Yes, I intend to teach my children that with a combination of hard work and luck, they can be anything. But I damn well intend to include an addendum: they have to be something.
Mom. Dad. Stay-At-Home. Work. Work-from-Home. Start a business, write a novel that never gets published, readers, thinkers, learners, yes, even photographers (hopefully they might consider taking a class.)
Something besides shopping and taking pictures of their food.
Am I missing the point?
*Do it. Call me on how mean and nasty I sound. Tell me there is nothing wrong with a near pathological obsession with Anthro, J. Crew, and Nikons. I don't mean to call out individuals, and I like shopping and pictures of myself too, but I want to be sure that when I die I can say more about myself than "Wow. I sure did stare at my vintage shoes a lot."