From the opening of Anita Diamant's heartwarming novel, The Boston Girl, when Addie Bauman, an 85-year-old grandmother recounts her life story to her granddaughter, I was struck by the similarities between the Jewish cultural beliefs and mores in Boston in 1915, when Addie's story starts, and in Iran, where I grew up in the 1960s and '70s.
I have a crazy idea, so just work with me on this one... What if the real problem is us? What is we are disrespecting ourselves and allowing this behavior to happen? The more experiences I have and the older I get, it seems as though us girls LOVE to blame the boys for everything that goes wrong in a relationship.
I want to live in a world where wearing lip gloss and understanding quantum physics is not mutually exclusive. I want it to be normal for baking and welding to coexist on a hobby list. I want women to feel like they can leave the house without makeup, but if they choose to wear stilettos, they aren't lowering their IQs.