Damsel in Distress and Proud of it!

15 Apr

SAVE ME!!!

I’ve only ever lived in an age where women were strong, independent and powerful.  I had parents who embraced this value and instilled (or forced) it on me.  When other little girls were taking Ballet in their cute girlie Tutu’s, I was taking Karate in a variety of colorful belts.  When I turned 16 I learned how to drive a stick shift, change a tire and the oil, and (to my protest) pump my own gas.  I was taught girls can do anything boys can do.  After all, I was a woman.  And a woman can bring home the bacon, fry it in the pan, and give birth to a baby all at the same time without even breaking a nail. 

We are women, hear us ROAR!!!!

But…when my car blew a tire yesterday on the freeway and I barely made it safely to the next off ramp, did I roll up my sleeves, grab my bag of tools and fix it myself?  No, I called every Man in my life to come to my rescue.  I called my husband, my brother, the men at Les Schwab tires, and anyone with even the faintest amount of testosterone.  Did I call my fellow women to come help me lift up the car with our bare hands and rip off the old tire with one swift motion?  No…I did however call my sister in law for a ride, and emotional support.  And as I was making my various phone calls I found random men from who knows where rushing to my aid.  They wanted to help, they knew how to help, they needed to help!  Because despite all our advances in equality, to them I was a damsel in distress, and a primal instinct in every man I came across told them to rescue me; just as a primal instinct told me to be rescued. 

Could I have changed my tire on my own?  Probably…but I didn’t want to.  Could I have figured out how to jump start my battery with the assistance of another car?  (Because on top of the blown tire, my battery also died) Probably…but again, I didn’t want to.  Could I have pushed my car off the road to a safe place for jump starting?  Hell No!  Those things are heavy. 

So call me lazy, call me girlie, call me a sorry excuse for a strong woman living in a feminist society; but yesterday turned out perfectly in my eyes.  My Men got to fulfill that heroic desire to rescue their fair maiden from danger, and I didn’t even have to get my hands dirty.

So the moral of the story is…even a strong woman should be rescued every once in a while.      

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9 Responses to “Damsel in Distress and Proud of it!”

  1. Candi Hayden April 15, 2011 at 5:19 pm #

    Very true, and any ways we had plans. No need to get dirty if you do not need to is what I say.

  2. Lady M April 15, 2011 at 6:12 pm #

    I’m with you “Sistah!”

    I noticed you didn’t call me!

    • Lady M April 15, 2011 at 6:13 pm #

      LOL! I’m with you “Sistah!”

      I noticed you didn’t call me!

  3. km April 15, 2011 at 6:36 pm #

    Yes we men will always want to rescue women, especially pretty ones. Thanks again for the laughs!

  4. Amber April 16, 2011 at 9:13 am #

    I am SO with you on this one! Why should we do the dirty work when they are more than willing to? 🙂

    • momofsteel April 16, 2011 at 12:41 pm #

      Thanks for the comments everyone! At least I got a good post out of the experience, right?

  5. Nell April 16, 2011 at 1:46 pm #

    Love it!! I think you did great, I would’ve cried!! lol
    Im super strong till I don’t need to be! lol Gotta love our men for wanting to help and be needed! 😉

  6. Brandie May 13, 2011 at 8:45 pm #

    You said it sister!

  7. TLeP November 20, 2011 at 8:31 am #

    Love this!! It is so true…wish more of us (men or women) would just be who we are naturally intended to be! Great post…well written, honest and; of course, funny 🙂

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