I tell you the truth, I’m trying to maintain my cuteness in my last years. I’m not out here trying to raise cane or make no waves about shit no more. I’m good and settled on the idea of making sure I’m smiling when I feel like shit and all the other essentials women folk did back in the day. The way I figure, if I act a certain way and start wearing stockings the way women did when women acted like real women, I’ll attract the kind of man that’ll be all good with me staying home to write or whatever I feel like.
There was a time I was down for the feminist cause ’til I started to really pay attention to the way those women looked once they hit forty. I’m right sho’ there are some pretty ones out there but the media don’t do too good a job of putting a camera on them. The ones I tend to see look like they’ve had a facial with Hard Times, where holding up them picket signs has worn them plum out. I know they don’t do it a whole lot now but it seems when they were out there hollering in the streets, braless and unshaven, it was always a scorcher. Plus, I don’t like the closeness of being in a crowd, ’cause I tell you, I have a tendency to sniff folk and I don’t want my perspective to change on account of folk smelling ripe.
Another cause for me retiring my feminism is my imagining these women folk at home walking around in wife-beaters, cut-off jeans and flip flops, while yelling at some scrawny fella in the kitchen wearing an apron with a cigarette dangling from their lips. That was contrasting with my southerness and segregated me from the parasol-like women I was working toward being like. There’s just a hardness to them and to be truthful, they’re high maintenance. Every time you turn around, they’re demanding shit and the more they get, the less men folk wanna do. Looks like some men have gotten to a place where they just don’t know what the hell to do, actually.
These type women have really become a thorn in my damn side. Because I still have these remnants of feminism in my psyche, I’m just gonna blame them for my singlehood, no matter if I don’t care about wedding up with somebody. I’m blaming them for me having to take out the trash.