Unacceptable Double Standards

Women have been able to own property since 1848. By virtue of the 19th Amendment, women have had the right to vote since 1920. The Equal Rights Amendment was made a reality in 1972 and provides that “Equality of rights under the law shall not be denied or abridged by the United States or by any other state on account of sex.” In 1984, Sally K. Ride became the first woman astronaut. We are CEO’s, politicians, policy makers, teachers, doctors, lawyers, nurses, professors, judges, valedictorians, and countless other respectable things. We are mothers, wives and best friends.

Yet, here we are in the year 2006, and women are still subject to a double standard when it comes to how, when, where and why we have sex. Apparently, it is perfectly acceptable for a man to throw his cock around. There are no repercussions. There are no whispers. Men are not whores or sluts. High five’s all around when a man gets laid. Regardless of the fact that we humans are primal creatures by nature, and are driven by our sexuality, women are judged (and judged harshly) by society if we take control of our own sexual destiny. It is as though a woman has to be invited to a man’s bed, and the pace at which two consenting adults engage in consenting sexual contact is dictated by the man.

I want to have sex when, why, how and where I want to, not only when a man tells me I am going to. To me, it is unacceptable that society dictates I can have sex only under certain circumstances (in the context of a relationship and definitely not on a first date). And if sex occurs outside of those arbitrary parameters, we are naughty women, dirty girls, lousy mothers.

Being a nurturing mother, a sucessful businesswoman, and a devoted daughter; and being a woman in complete control of her body and sexuality are not mutually exclusive. I enjoy sex, therefore, I am a bad mother? I have sex with whom I chose, therefore, I am naughty? I decide when I want to have sex, therefore, I am a dirty girl? I don’t buy it.

Enough Whining Already

As entertaining as it must be to read two grown adults banter about a failed relationship and all the comments from the respective peanut galleries, I simply refuse to engage in any more of this. He asked for my honesty, and then couldn't accept what was delivered. I have already acknowledged and apologized for some of the admittedly harsh comments. It didn't work. Period. But to turn this into a high school drama, is just ignorant. The couple of months I knew him and the few times we saw each other do not warrant any more space in my life or on my Blog.

Please, no more comments. Thank you.

~Ms. Peach
a/k/a Bunny Boiler

Those Magic Words

There are a few Magic Words out there when combined to make a sentence have the power to put a smile on any mother's face. We wait and hope to hear them, as they are validation for everything we believe to be true and holy. For some of us, those words never come, leaving us empty and doubtful of our womanhood. For others, they come right when we need them the most, when we are beating ourselves up over one thing or another as only we women can do. Once spoken, though, these Magic Words infuse us with confidence, help us to walk a little taller, and make us feel like there is nothing we cannot accomplish. These Magic Words are not the obvious ones like "I love you", or, "You make the yummiest cookie", or even, "You are the best Mommy in the whole world". They don't ever come from the mouths of our babes, and more often than not, they are spoken to us by strangers. No matter how distant the relationship from whose lips those Magic Words flow, nothing makes a mother feel better, more loved, more validated, more special, and more wanted, than "What a MILF!!!"

Single men of the world take notice....as the 40 year old mother of two, I encourage you to tell all the mothers who are special to you that they are MILFs. Say it loud. Say it proud. Say it often. A MILF is a terrible thing to waste, and you never know, you may just make some well-deserving MILF's day.

She Sat Alone...

There were days when she thought the sun would not rise
Doubt and fear were partners at her side
The strength she projected knew no bounds
For there were things to do and people to please
With a broad stroke she attended to everyone’s needs
With only two hands she expertly spun
More plates than most ever overcome
The façade could last only so long
For one day all her strength was gone

Out with the old, in with the new
It was her time to shine and she new what she must do
She dropped one by one each of those plates
She cringed at the thought of the mess they would make
Much to her pleasant surprise
Even without her, everyone managed to survive

What a wonderful journey upon which she embarked
She tripped and stumbled along this new path
But what an adventure, she hoped it would last
A few bumps and bruises, but now without fear
Her strength grew day by day, week by week
And year by year

No longer alone, doubt replaced with love
A miracle it seemed was sent from above
He was everything she’d hoped for
Beautiful in so many ways
She thought aloud ‘he’s mine for the rest of my days’
He promised her things she’d never had before
Not diamonds or riches, things far more precious
For he promised her love and respect and kindness

She believed for the first time in ages
That these promises were not empty and hollow
With the same broad stroke used to hide her past strife
She thought she had found the love of her life
She trusted unconditionally like never before
And so, she sat alone no more

~Stacy Levy
June 7, 2006