Feminism means choices. Fact or fiction?

Sometimes I think feminism be dammed, I just want a Richard Gere,Sally Field moment. Yes, I want a handsome, seriously fit guy to scoop me up and carry me away from all my problems. Ha, the next guy in a white suit scooping me up and carrying me away will more likely be an angel after I’ve been hit by a bus.

So, maybe I’ll scrap that idea and figure out another way to support my family. Being a full time mom would be my preference. It’s a hard task, 24/7 and requires all your physical and mental energy. But, here’s the catch, it pays zilch.

So we women work both inside and outside the home for financial reasons, are uber organised and pray no one gets sick. How many of us get to lean on someone else and have our Pretty Woman moment (without the hooker bit). How many ‘feminists’ are supporting their family, bringing in the money, keeping medical insurance going, smiling when their partners downsize or quit the rat race because they are exhausted and the woman earns more anyway.

Feminists put down your placards, I’m still for equal pay, after all I’m not busting my balls for less money. But when you were screaming for certain rights, were some of you perhaps living in a rarefied world of choice and affordable childcare? Don’t get me wrong, I am grateful for the chance to vote, get a job and all that , but so many of us work because we have to in order to keep a roof over our heads and pay the bills, the choice to be full time moms has been taken away.

So until we get the luxury of choice, the only option is to switch on the DVD, pour a glass of wine and escape for a few moments to our magic, movie worlds. I can understand the surge in sales in cookery books and Cath Kidston aprons. Some of us want to escape, to pretend we are serving up home cooked meals, looking gorgeous with smiling kids and a handsome husband round the table,whilst also being super woman and earning bucket loads of money of course. Actually, that thought is so far  from the reality of coming home exhausted, sticking a pizza in the microwave(an oven takes too long) and leaving everyone to fend for themselves that I want to laugh, albeit a hysterical , exhausted laugh.

Fact or fiction