A Real Woman28 December 2008
Am I a Real Woman? What is a Real Woman?
I was born female, I’m still female, But is this enough?
All around, I see references to Real Women. Shops that advertise “Clothes for Real Women” – that seems to be a euphemism for larger women (apparently as an Aussie/Brit size 12, I’m not ‘real’).
Magazine articles about women who’ve lost their ability to have children and don’t feel like “Real Women” any more. Am I not the real thing because I didn’t develop a maternal instinct and I’ve been sterilised?
Films for Real Women. Bridget Jones’ Diary didn’t ring any chords with me at all. I can’t remember the last time I cried watching a film and a book advertised as “Chick Lit” would go straight back on the shelf.
I don’t even like shopping, for Heaven’s sake. One of the pleasures of being rich would be for someone to do the hard work for me and just bring me suitable clothes to try on at home.
I fancy men. But a number of my good friends are lesbian. Aren’t they Real Women? They seem real enough to me.
It’s very confusing. I don’t know what I am. I suppose I’m just ME.