Don't let this pretty face fool you...

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Are women really the weaker sex?  Do they really know nothing about math, science, home repair, car repair, etc. - simply because they are women?  Personally, I don’t think so.  I have a brain and I like to use it.  I don’t like to have to hide in a box any time I’m having a conversation with a man.  I don’t like pretending to be dumb.  And when a man tells me, “Honey, it’s not your job…”, well, who cares if I don’t get paid to do whatever?  It doesn’t mean I’ve never done the task before.  Or that, given some time, I can’t figure out how to solve a certain problem.   I’m tired of being told in so many words I’m a stupid little girl.  I’m tired of being told in so many words to just look pretty.  And heaven forbid I try to tell a man why I think he’s going about a math, science, home repair or car repair problem the wrong way.  No, I’m done biting my tongue and saying nothing.  I don’t care if your fragile male ego can’t handle a woman who knows something.  Fine, this may be why I’ve been single most of my adult life.  But I believe in the ‘KISS’ model of life – Keep It Simple Stupid!  If I see you doing something the hard way or in an incredibly impossible way, I’m going to say something.  It doesn’t matter if you are a man, woman or Martian.  Yell at me, call me stupid to my face, I don’t care.  I’ve learned a thing or two in all my years.  The most important thing I’ve discovered?  I’m pretty darn smart.  Stop treating me like I’m not.  I wasn’t put here on this planet to be eye candy.  Sure, I don’t have a fancy degree.  Sure, I haven’t had the job experience.  But I know how to read, write, solve math problems and still cook an amazing dinner.  I’m done letting anyone think otherwise.

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