Enlightened Housewife-Part 2

Why do I write? Why be a blogger?

I have a full life without large uncontrollable projects taking up further head-space:

Enlightened Housewife Part One

Realistically, I am too busy to put a lot of time and effort into another endeavor; blogging is time consuming. But I have strong reasons to do so.



Writing has always been a passion. This, from early grades, when I perfected the the dark art of plagiarism.
I would faithfully pen missives that were identical to whichever Enid Blyton jaunt I was devouring.
I peaked, far too early, in High School when I attained my greatest literary achievement to date. I won second place in a school writing comp.

I introduced an element of commercialism to my literary endeavors.

In those years, I felt as strongly about Shakespeare, Auden and T.S. Eliot as I did about my first High School crush.
It was no great sacrifice to write essays for the students of other grade levels (so there was no suspicion of the identity of the author of some very well written essays) in return for a suitable quantity of booze.

I got to meddle around in Hamlet and King Lear to my hedonistic little heart’s content. A situation that remains my preferred state of being today. It keeps me passionate about life.

Passion is the core of the unfinished feminist revolution. Fear of judgment by others, by society, leads to keep our voices muted. We can barely ask for time for ourselves, let alone passionately espouse causes or pursue interests other than family.
We put everything else before pursuing our passions.
Regardless of the equality implications outlined above by Silvia Federici, it’s important to keep the passion alive as the years go by. Passion can be drowned out by overload in both one’s professional and personal lives.
Not so much for men who tend to remain committed to tickling the flame of their beloved one’s ardor of an evening.

Or find another outlet for their spuds’ sticky secretions:

Sad reality Behind Pretty Woman Tale:

An abandoned wife hates on the whole profession. The article screams “victim”, so I enjoyed the feisty rejoinder published subsequently, by a member of the world’s oldest profession.

I write because writing being my passion, I owe it to myself and other women to pursue my passion, outside of work, family and contributing to my community.


Or rather, lack of them.

At various times in my life I have attempted to “Lean In.” All to no avail. From the Sydney Morning Herald:

There’s no skirting it. Abbott is helping deny women a voice

New Australian Prime Minister, Tony Abbot has only elected one woman to cabinet. This phrase resonates:

“As women, we’re expected to shoulder the burden of blame. If we were only better, we wouldn’t be denied avenues to power. We would have earned them.”

So what’s going on in Abbot’s head?


Men in business see women in the business world as either a Wilma or a Betty.
Forget the Madonna/Whore complex. The Flintsonian Wilma/Betty duality is the stereotype that needs to be smashed, along with the glass ceiling, for future generations of women to be represented in senior levels of business. And in the same numbers as their sometimes lesser qualified male counterparts.

Wilmas (Alpha Females)  sometimes get to break through and join the men at the Board table but no matter how intelligent, the Bettys almost never do. And if they do, it can take years and repeated attempts to stand alongside men who attained the same career heights, years prior.

Being a Betty, denies me some opportunities in business. I also call it the “Live and Let Live” attitude.
I’m just too, ‘Live and Let Live’, in the workplace to flourish. I go to work to do my job and to talk to my workmates.
But just wanting to get on and do a job and be noticed for your work ethics rather than your aggressive management style is not enough for some businesses and business men.
If the Bettys really want to rise to the heights of business, they need to pursue this agenda with the aggression that marks successful businessmen but without the anger that so often turns shrill. It’s being an aggressor, but not aggressive.

I’m lovin’ on Marissa Mayer who is a great example of this. She has retained control of her femininity, her ovaries and has written her own narrative in business.

But, like many other talented women in the community, some who are part of the Harvard alumni, Mayer’s path is not for everyone. So, I’ve learned to “Lean In” by creating¬† my own opportunities. This blog is my latest effort to do so.

I have been tapping the keyboard in this capacity for almost two years now. This is an incarnation of a previous blog that I started to maintain ties with my homeland of New Zealand.

It was also an anger management exercise over some of the daily injustices and political turmoil in the world. I have since learned that fretting over events that you cannot change is a narcotic second only to victim-hood.

I go hot and cold on blogging. Hot when a particular issue in the media is grinding my gears and cold when the housework is overwhelming,


I am a failed novelist and short story writer. Sending my misbegotten creeds to publishers has accorded me no recognition as the next upcoming author.

Muttering darkly about the “Hegemony of the Baby Boomer”, I turned to journalism. I accordingly qualified as a functioning alcoholic (the one distinguishing Journalistic quality) Massey University New Zealand: Class of 2001.

I have acted for many years as a journalist in a volunteer capacity and have contributed over the years to many local community newspapers and organizations.

Being able to coin a phrase and find the truth in bodies of literature gives you access to different worlds. I’ve contributed to political party policy, to local body debates and have passed through the world of criminals and¬† businessmen. Sometimes the last two categories are indistinguishable. .
I mostly do this for free and in return I get a lot of satisfaction in meeting people from all walks of life.

Banging away on the keyboard, circa 2013. Leaning In. Thanks for joining me.

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