Not Every Woman

I possibly offended a celebrated journalist recently by my questions regarding both sides of a story.

If I did, I am apologetic, but as I approach the end of my road, it is difficult to discard the many yesterdays and pilgrims I encountered on my remarkable journey called life.

Every woman (including me) is not a paragon of virtue; nor is every male an inept antiquated chauvinist.

The current wave of woke movement stimulated by an even stronger current of radical cultural changes threaten to submerge the contributions of yesteryear including many that made the challenges of today possible.

Every male was not a racist or bigoted in yesteryear; nor is every woman a talented replacement today.

I am not afraid to admit I appreciated approval by most of the male species I encountered.

Is that so different than the applause currently sought by loud spoken advocates of other agendas?

Is it necessary to introduce sex into qualifications or experience? Are we beginning to touch on quotas?

I welcomed the strong arm, offered by a gentleman when I needed assistance. And frankly, I still do.

I did not worry about the inequity of entering this world with a female body. Once again borrowing another’s words “I enjoyed being a female.”

Of course, there were men I disliked and still do (and no names will be mentioned.) However, I could also list women who were equally offensive, perhaps in different areas, but just as difficult as a troublesome male.

Perhaps in time to come, the strident and defensive woke agenda will soften and there will be a new norm of acceptance and perhaps pleasure in the division between the (at the moment) two sexes.

I rather think that will be “after my time.” And so be it.

For the moment I would like to emphatically state I have delighted in finding pleasure in my female role. It has given me not only untold joy, but also, great satisfaction. And admittedly, a few great sorrrows.

At the risk of offending some of the younger generation, I absolutely refuse to join in the escalating chorus beatifying the feminist while denigrating masculinity.

Every woman is not a heroine; nor every man a villain.

And while I continue to believe experience should override influential political friendships, I also admit to being incredibly naive.