Feminism to the Extreame
an original monolouge
by Sarah M Anderson
They hurry past.  They always do.  No one sees me anymore.  Not that I�m surprised.  I mean, we live such a shallow world.  People don�t care.  They say they do.  Oh do they say!  But that is usually it!  Talk!  That�s all it is.  A lot of BS with no actions.  Nothing that would make them true to me.  No, I�m alone.  It�s just me against this raging sea of life.  I don�t mind anymore though.  I�ve gotten this far with just me and can keep on going the same way.  All by my lonesome.  Oh, there have been others.  Parents who gave up on me when it became apparent that I wouldn�t march to their drum.  Be their china doll to manipulate.  Friends who left when it became obvious that their shallow �problems� meant nothing to me.  And men.  Oh, there have been men.  More than I can remember at times.  They never stayed.  �Too aggressive,� said one.  �Why aren�t you like other women?� asked another.  One even had the gall to try and change me.  Well, needless to say, he wasn�t around long.  I hate people like that.  �Oh you don�t want to do that.�  �That is like so last season girlfriend.�  �You know dear, it would be so much better for you�..�  BS!!!  How do they know?  What do they know?  What could they passably know that I don�t?  I am the one who knows what�s best for me.  Not them!  Me!  Not them!  Yet there are still those chauvinistic morons out there who say women need to be coddled.  My, aren�t we forgetting the nineteenth amendment, affirmative action, and feminism. Wake-up and smell the coffee buster.  Women don�t need to be taken care of.  They can take care of themselves!  Move over Mr. Big shot, here comes the �little woman.�  Oh I know there are some guys who justify it by saying they are old fashion, but still, what woman wants to be treated as weak.   As if she can�t open her own door. As if she can�t carry her own groceries.  Yah, there are things I�ll never be able to do like a man but that doesn�t mean I can�t do them period.  You know, I know this woman.  She lives down the hall with her husband.  In general, she�s real nice girl.  Ok, she got married right out of high school, doesn�t work, and has three kids��but she�s a nice girl.  What I don�t get is that she�s doing what she wants and no one is bugging her to get a job.  But I can�t do the same with out everyone telling me to get married.  I�m happy they way I am.  Yes, I know it�s hard for all the old school graduates to understand that, but I am happy.  I don�t need a husband.  I don�t need three kids and a dog.  I am happy!
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