I watched a really powerful movie last night called The Hours. Meryl Streep, Julianne Moore and Nicole Kidman. Nicole Kidman played Virginia Woolf and had a fake nose on and didn't look anything like herself. I attached a picture of her. It was a brilliant and sad movie, but I am amped and inspired by Virginia Woolf at the same time. Shirley is going to give me a copy of one of her books to read.
It's amazing that no matter what time period, as we are learning about the lives of women over the centuries, women are always restless and repressed, and thus unhappy, and all to do with our expected roles in life. It makes me feel like all these years of feeling similar, being sure I didn't want to be the wife and mother everyone expected of me, but being unsure of what I actually did want to do with my life because I always seemed ,eventually, to get bored and restless, I feel a little calmer knowing that women like me have been feeling the same way forever.
Unfortunately, those of us who are not looking to be wives or mothers seem to be stifled by those specific expectations by our mothers and the men in our lives, whether it is our fathers, brothers, uncles, cousins or boyfriends. I am not the marrying kind, no desire what-so-ever to sign my life away to someone else. Nor am I willing to sacrifice myself for a child. I consider child bearing as a death sentence and I choose to survive, at least for now. I cannot imagine a time when I will be unselfish enough to give that much of myself away. I have more important things to do, and the rest of the world seems to have the whole procreation thing under control.
I choose to be creative, everyone else can sacrifice their mediocre minds for mediocre lives.
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