Apparently I was so busy being a mom and working my a$$ off 24/7 that I missed International Women’s Day this year. Kind of like my 15th anniversary, when we high fived a week after the fact, just grateful no-one barfed on us that week. While it’s a worthy reminder of hard won rights worldwide, at times it’s hard to muster the enthusiasm here in the recession ridden US. Many women in the USA today work harder than ever, despite their equal rights and elevated status in society. Part of that is the burden society places on us. Ever greater is the burden we place on our own heads. So many of us have such an unrealistic pallet-load of expectations on our noggins that it is a miracle we can remain upright.
I just read a funny post over at The Well Versed Mom and the post reminded me of this commercial, an anthem of my childhood. Perhaps all of us Supermom wannabes should file a class action suit against the makers of Enjoli. This commercial (you know all the words too, don’t you?) makes it look so easy, doesn’t it? That lady in the white dress? She’s a scam artist. She doesn’t smell like perfume, or even like cash. She smells like bacon. I’m betting she doesn’t ever wear that dress again either, after the kids hug her goodnight and get bacon grease all over her bum. By the time her man is ready for some lovin’? She’s out cold.
Ah memories! Happy International Women’s Day, friends. Next year, for the 100th Anniversary we’re having a party. Let’s all wear white and eat bacon. The men can make dinner. In the meantime, high fives!