My grandma has this knickknack, a small gold tree with sparkly leaves, that taunted me incessantly whenever I was a child. It sat in the middle of her coffee table and begged me to touch it, which of course I wasn't allowed to do. I would sit for hours staring at this tree scheming about how I could touch it without anyone seeing me.
I read an article yesterday about 20-something women choosing careers over marriage. The author of the article seemed surprised by these findings. I, however, am not.
I grew up during "Girl Power," the anti-princess grunge movement, WNBA and Lilith Fair. We kicked ass in the classroom (half the top ten in my class were female) and on the sports field, thanks to Title 9. According to a recent statistic women make up 58% of college students. The same article states that "girls care more about their G.P.A. and the way they look on paper" than their male counterparts.
I guess that society expects me to drop all of this to get married? Like I told my grandma, if all I wanted was a husband, I would have used my college fund to join a country club and get a boob job.
I want my own dreams to come true not just support someone else's. But society wants me to watch that sparkly tree, wants me to plan on how I might touch that tree...but whenever my planning finally starts to pay off, society wants me to walk away? I couldn't do this when I was 6, and I definitely can't now.
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