Don’t anyone call me a member of “the weaker sex.” Just because I can’t open a pickle jar?
Sure, Yankee Aaron Hicks can throw a ball at 105.5 mph, Justin Gatlin can run 100 meters in 9.45 seconds, Zydrunas Savickas can lift 1155 pounds, Joey Chestnut can eat 72 Coney Island hot dogs in 10 minutes, and my husband can open a pickle jar. All that proves is they’ve got a lot of animal strength.
But can any of them have a baby? Women the weaker sex? Come on!
Whoever gave wombs out chose the right sex to give them to. 
Could Mr. Big carry Carrie’s baby in his womb for 9 months, possibly throwing up for the first three months?
Could even Tarzan hold down a job, clean the house, cook, do laundry, take care of the kids – while pregnant for 9 months?
Could Mr. Darcy tolerate childbirth? More than once?
Can you imagine how Tony Soprano would handle bleeding once a month for 7 days for 40 or so years.
Could even Flash Gordon handle hot flashes?
Who would Fred Flintstone be without Wilma?
Nick Charles without Nora?
Desi without Lucy?
Clyde without Bonnie?
Caesar without Cleopatra?
Danny Zuko without Sandy?
Would John spend hours fussing over his hair, his nails, his skin, his clothes, etc. just to look pretty enough to keep Yoko interested?
Would Nick Charles ever even consider cosmetic surgery on his boobs to please Nora?
Would Desi make believe he’s still interested in a story Lucy has told a hundred times? Or laugh at a joke she’s told over and over again?
Would Clyde stop whatever he’s doing to help Bonnie find her glasses, car keys, i-phone, wallet?
And how would Bogart feel if at the end of a stressful day, tired from Casablanca, just wanting to sleep, if Bacall expected him to turn into a 21- year-old stud in bed?
Who coined the term “weaker” sex anyway?
I doubt it was a woman.
How wonderful that men can benefit from the strength of the average woman.
You’re just a button click away– and I’d love to hear from you.
About your world, your family, your joys and frustrations, growing up, growing older, even recipes–even though I stopped cooking–by request–years ago.
Goodbye until next time…
Hope your day turns out as well as I hope
(but doubt) mine will,
Gingy (Ilene)
we can take the pain
Love this! You never fail to make me smile, keep posting!!
Girls,
Love hearing your stories.
Thank you for responding.
XO
Gingy/Ilene/me
This weekend a local group of lady actors (actresses!) staged the play “Love, Loss and What I Wore.” The article about it was in the paper, and I wished I could have gone to see it, but I had to work. When I read your name, I underlined it and kept the article to look up later on. Here I am at your blog! After reading the premise of this play and your book, I began thinking about times (they seem mostly sad times) and what I was wearing, all the way back to when I was about seven or eight, and I had a tantrum because my mother wouldn’t let me go with the neighbors to the local high school football team. She finally gave in, and I remember putting on a pair of pants and trying to zip them up, still remember the pants and how even then at that young age I was shocked at how tight they had gotten. See, I was a fat child. That was the start of my love/hate relationship with clothes, even though I love clothes.
I could go on and on, how we had to wear navy blue jumpers in high school, the most unattractive clothing a girl who loved clothes could wear, most unattractive, to my high school shopping sprees for fashion apparel to my hippie years and second-hand clothes not only because it was cool but cheap too during those lean years, to my stressful two college clothing classes where I actually wore the clothes I made to now, at age 66, fashion maven (had to lose 40 pounds to finally become one). Hence my job at this age a year and a half into retirement from my “real” job of 20 years. I work at a department store at a mall. I get a great discount on clothes! I spend some time looking and dreaming of what I am going to purchase next, and I look great. Loving the life at almost 67.
I think I will be loving your blog too. I’m going to put it in my favorites list.
Gingy (Ilene),
Aha! I got on this site and feel blessed after many try’s.
Of course woman are strong in so many ways as long as their self esteem doesn’t get crushed. I’ve had to be strong with so many changes going on all at once. A lot of transforming from being a couple to being single and living alone. I’m settling in and find the whole experience inspiring as well as healthy. I enjoy the quiet of my life now and even though I don’t live right under the redwoods, there is a lot of nature surrounding me which I’m enjoying. Change is healthy. I laugh at myself a lot and I have no one to blame when I can’t find something I’ve misplaced but I’m glad I have arrived at my happy place for now. Don’t stop this blog, I love it and I love you!
Hi Ginny
You always tell stories that has a message with meaning and gets right to the bottom of an issue. I can identify with them..”..hits the nail on the head”.
Hi Gingy Love your blog. Hope it isn’t too much work for you to keep it up! We need your insights and humor. Things are ok here but unfortunately, Joe has dementia so I’m re-designing my life with some caregiver help and a support group. It is a little lonely not having the sweet, creative husband I cam to take for granted. We had so many good years, the memories carry me thru the difficult days…Miss you, Anne
love it, just love it!
Hey Ging….I’ve always said …Women are the stronger sex….Men could NEVER give birth….they would die
Let’s face it, when they’re sick, everything stops. Women can have the flu and still, have to take care of the children, the house, the husband and oh….go to work too. Of course we are the stronger sex…Behind a good man, is an even greater Woman!
Fun piece!
Hysterical!
So clever!
Love love the illustrations.
Hi,
Always uplifting and hilarious.
Paul