Deer inspires self-righteousness

I admit I was driving to Walmart. We do not have a Target in Vermont that makes us feel better about buying cheap plastic products. It felt like it was time for some spring cleaning action at my house and in an attempt to try to save some money I willed myself in the direction of the devil store. Mother Earth saved me.

A deer was dead in the median of the interstate and I was immediately sad. Lately, road kill has been bothering me. Then, it came to me:

Fxxx Walmart! What am I doing? I have a planet to protect and save. So I’m using a little more gas now, but I drive a Honda Civic so that is better than tons of other people.

I drove right past Walmart towards Healthy Living, also known as Wealthy Living. While driving my thought tangents proceeded. Sometimes I get so annoyed with my parents generation or in general people between the ages of 40-65. I like to hold them responsible for the planet’s meltdown and continued meltdown because they keep on buying SUV’s, processed foods, and non-reusable frappe-mocha-somethings from Starbucks. I know us twenty-somethings do similar things, but I also know that most of us do not have the buying power that our parents do.

I left Wealthy Living, feeling less wealthy in cash, but better about my overall contribution. That deer had a lot of purposes on the planet, but I bet it did not have the instinct to know that it was going to inspire a twenty-something young woman to pass by the devil store and do the right thing. Fxxx Walmart!

Yup, I am a self-righteous bitch and proud of it.

Being a woman means...

I’m a 23 year old woman having a bit of a quarter life crisis (I'm hoping for longevity). Crisis is good though as it provides a great opportunity for a meaningful and thoughtful transition. Transition where? Who knows. But while I’m actively transitioning my sister has decided that blogging would be good practice. As a fairly educated woman I have been trained to examine the meaning of my gender and my sex in daily life. I wonder about the messages we (the world) are constantly sending and how they are perceived.

Out of curiosity I decided to put google to the test. I googled women. The top results? Boring. Except for a blog from The New York Times “Women’s Day at the White House”.This definitely did not have a “Woohoo! Empower Women!” tone. I was and still am a President Obama hopeful. However, I am so not impressed by the acknowledgement of a glass ceiling. Maybe I should be. At least it is a start. Is my attitude a reflection of my generation?

So… I have decided to try to write a blog about women and my meaning making of womanhood. Mostly, I’ll examine the message of the day as perceived by me from various media sources and my own personal experiences. Hopefully my daily life will provide some other insights and I’ll take a breather to write about something else.

Don’t worry. I’m not some crazy young feminist from Vermont with dreadlocks using this as a forum to complain and then insist on hairy legs, veganism, and Ralph Nader. I am a feminist from Vermont. However, like lots of young women I cannot resist Sarah Jessica Parker, the season’s latest nail polish color (I only paint my toe nails), or Victoria's Secret.

Usually I would say “Today being a woman means”, but since I am backtracking a little bit I’ll write:

Yesterday being a woman meant…that there are limits thanks to the wonderful glass ceiling that the President can acknowledge. Hmm… the powerful recognize their power.