Tuesday, December 02, 2003
Ladies' Night
On Saturday we had a long-overdue Ladies' Night. Basically, a bunch of us try to get together without the men-folk (under 12 excepted). It does my soul good. :)
What do we do? We eat, we drink (if desired), we talk, we watch movies, whatever tickles our fancy at the time. Now, these are women that I see on a regular basis. I'm not sure why I enjoy it so much. It's not like I never see them. It's not like we do anything different than when the guys are there. But being with the women who are such an important part of my life without any testosterone around... I'll say it again, it does my soul good.
Contrary to what most people would expect, we don't engage in men-bashing, femi-nazi crap. We don't demean the men in our lives, or men in general. We don't tear down the women in our lives with catty comments. We don't gorge ourselves on rich food, alcohol and the like. We don't do makeovers (although we do have some henna that we're going to use next time).
I love the women in my life. Those who were there, and those who couldn't make it. I love that they are real women. They aren't ashamed of their womanhood, neither do they think it makes them superior. They lift each other up, instead of tearing each other down. They are strong and capable and a force to be reckoned with.
These are the women who, last summer at Fest, dropped everything to search for a missing child while the men stayed at camp to batten-down the hatches for the incoming storm. (The child was found, she was playing with friends in the campground and hadn't told her parents where she was).
They are my gal-pals, my girlfriends, my sisters-by-choice. Oh, and my wife. ;) I love all of them dearly, I wouldn't trade them for the world.
Smoochies, Ladies!
What do we do? We eat, we drink (if desired), we talk, we watch movies, whatever tickles our fancy at the time. Now, these are women that I see on a regular basis. I'm not sure why I enjoy it so much. It's not like I never see them. It's not like we do anything different than when the guys are there. But being with the women who are such an important part of my life without any testosterone around... I'll say it again, it does my soul good.
Contrary to what most people would expect, we don't engage in men-bashing, femi-nazi crap. We don't demean the men in our lives, or men in general. We don't tear down the women in our lives with catty comments. We don't gorge ourselves on rich food, alcohol and the like. We don't do makeovers (although we do have some henna that we're going to use next time).
I love the women in my life. Those who were there, and those who couldn't make it. I love that they are real women. They aren't ashamed of their womanhood, neither do they think it makes them superior. They lift each other up, instead of tearing each other down. They are strong and capable and a force to be reckoned with.
These are the women who, last summer at Fest, dropped everything to search for a missing child while the men stayed at camp to batten-down the hatches for the incoming storm. (The child was found, she was playing with friends in the campground and hadn't told her parents where she was).
They are my gal-pals, my girlfriends, my sisters-by-choice. Oh, and my wife. ;) I love all of them dearly, I wouldn't trade them for the world.
Smoochies, Ladies!
# posted by SilverFlame @ 8:53 a.m. 
